My thesis may just kill me...
Why, when I try to cut wordage in one section, does it just keep growing?
Why, when I try to add words to another, does it languish in its slovenly lack of words?
Why must I be feeling so inspired in fictional ways?
And, why, dear calendar, must March loom before me in an ominous hulk of due dates?
Distract me from my pain, my darlings, so that I may return to entertaining you in non-Schadenfreude-esque ways soooooooon.
*wails*
Why, when I try to add words to another, does it languish in its slovenly lack of words?
Why must I be feeling so inspired in fictional ways?
And, why, dear calendar, must March loom before me in an ominous hulk of due dates?
Distract me from my pain, my darlings, so that I may return to entertaining you in non-Schadenfreude-esque ways soooooooon.
*wails*