How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Thesis

I’ve been busy! With the obvious things, such as eternal reading of articles:

And relishing the sheer and utter joy of having a new marker:

And having a breakfast of toast, soymilk-coffee and a bunch of scribbled cards:

And cleaning up the floor so I can actually see it:

And even though none of that may seem like much fun, I have secretly been enjoying it thoroughly. Hence, I’ve also been busy ensuring a continuation of this very wordy nerdy lifestyle, by applying for a second Master’s degree (I hate having to write a letter of motivation, or whatnot. Yuck):

But most wonderful about all this is that no matter how close the deadline for my thesis is getting (four weeks and counting, thank you very much), I am okay. I have cookies to eat, funny comics to read for procrastinational purposes, I have a penguin on my desk, I have pretentious music to listen to, I have shoulders like bricks and I do not think my thesis is going to be any good whatsoever.

And yet, and yet … I’m having fun. Nerdy fun. And there’s hardly a freakout in sight!

Amen.