[I got nothin'.]
Clearly, this is the week wherein Faith will never get more than five hours of sleep. I have actually decided on this. Last night I wasn't really tired, so I stayed up till three, and then woke up (relatively) wide-eyed and bushy-tailed at seven-thirty, and now I've had a latte with three shots of espresso and have actually gotten some things done so far today, so I feel okay.
But really, folks. THESIS. And I have no idea what I want to say anymore, and I want to at least have that in mind before I meet with my adviser and cringe all over the place. So this week is for not sleeping, and making real, documentable progress. Oh gosh I can't even. It's almost fucking summer.
But really, folks. THESIS. And I have no idea what I want to say anymore, and I want to at least have that in mind before I meet with my adviser and cringe all over the place. So this week is for not sleeping, and making real, documentable progress. Oh gosh I can't even. It's almost fucking summer.