I basically gave myself an anxiety disorder to finish my masters thesis. I knew I was doing it. I knew I could fix it afterwards. I figured that’s what I’d use the month between submitting and results for, and it’s taken a little longer but it pretty much worked out. I didn’t like that I… Read More »Sleep
I got my master’s thesis grade this week. I’m normally pretty accurate at ‘marking’ my own work – I can often predict within a few percentage points what my mark will be, and I can usually guess what the feedback will be too. In this case though, I have legitimately spent four weeks thinking I… Read More »Eighty-fucking-five
I handed in my thesis report just before my birthday last month, as my derailed subway car skidded through the station with a deafening screeching, and sparks flew all around. Then it was a case of waiting for the thing to come to a stop so I could disembark. Up to that point I’d thought… Read More »Stationary Direct
I wrote this on the 27th April and then rode the subway car on into the abyss without a backward glance. Lately, life has been feeling like riding on a rickety subway car, with no seats and no glass in the windows, along an old derelict tunnel. I’m sort of white knuckling the handrail as… Read More »White knuckles