Dissertation Fail; (Relative) Arty Success

[b_c_draygon]

I had a not-so-minor freak out today, because of my dissertation. The final title has to be handed in on Wednesday; I still haven't seen my supervisor about it, and I'm dithering over whether I even like my title now. (I'm thinking that it's too broad; maybe I should do something about how the treatment of Lancelot/Guinever/Arthur himself [I'm

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[b_c_draygon]

*nods emphatically* I wish I could just do another ordinary module. D: But, now I have a title, I do feel better. (Also, I bought myself a notebook at a frankly exorbitant price for my dissertation notes today, so that they can all be together and I won't be ferreting around for my bibliography when the time comes ... It's spotty and I like it lots.)

I'm glad it's not just me. Isn't it funny how close freedom and anxiety actually are ...

"I'm wondering when I'm meant to fit any research in. I have too much other stuff to do..." - Oh, God, I know. It's ridiculous, isn't it?! D:

*hugs lots* Uh. I am writing you that fic I promised, like, a week and a half ago. I'm just slow. Really, criminally slow. *fail*