Gives a whole new meaning to the expression, "My brains are fried."

This made me laugh hysterically.

Just when my brains were in danger of leaking out my ears from staring at words on a computer screen and trying to type new ones in the correct order so as to appear brilliant.

Did I mention that, with the exception of my admittedly too-long dinner break, I've been sitting in one computer lab or another for the past twelve hours?

Oww. Brains hurty.

Mmm, spicy hurty brains...

*whimper*

My thesis is ruining my life.

I sat down at Angell Hall at 1:30 this afternoon. I've been working fairly consistently, with the exception of my dinner break and some AIM interruptions, since then.

It is now 3AM.

You know how much more I have now than when I started this afternoon? Three fucking pages.

Because, see, this draft was in dire need of revision. It has been for weeks. So I thought, ok, today I'll sit down with all the comments made by my professor and my advisor and the more helpful members of my class, and I'll revise the hell out of what I have, and since many of those comments involve elaborating or adding more detail or relating a particular point back to my larger argument, I should get some length that way, and then I can add whatever length is left after I've added up all the revisions.

I have 18 1/4 pages, including endnotes. I need 25 pages by Monday. I have 10 more pages of my Enlightenment draft due on Tuesday.

*facepalm*

I really don't know if I can pull this one out of my ass.

If anybody needs me, I'll be hiding in bed.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Killing time at the library until a supervisor shows up at 3 who can override my renewal limit on a bunch of books that are due tomorrow, and officially declare one of them missing. (Remember when those books disappeared from the Fishbowl? Yep, they never showed up. I've lost a lot of faith in the University community over this.) I am going to owe the University Library system so much money when this is over, I don't even want to think about it.

I planned on sitting down at the Fishbowl and getting to work by 1:00 at the latest, but my darling roommate just got back from Thanksgiving in Pennsylvania, so of course I had to sit around and talk to her for a while, and of course I didn't get out of the house until after 2:30. Because I am a bad, bad person.

7 more thesis pages to write today--6 if I decide to count my endnotes as length, which I might. Then I get to start on the Enlightenment pages, of which I need to turn in 10 on Tuesday. Assuming I can finally go back to my prison workshop tomorrow I won't get to start writing until about 9:00, so I need to get at least 4-5 pages done tonight in order to have even a slim chance of getting some sleep tomorrow. Plus, it's someone's birthday on Tuesday, and I'd like to be awake enough to celebrate at least a little.

Anyway, it's 5 after 3 now, so the supervisor person should be here to take care of my library business. With any luck, I can be typing away furiously by 3:30.

P.S. I apologize if the minutia of the thesis writing process is boring the pants off you. Sometimes it even bores the pants off me. If it's really bugging you, just drop me a comment and I'll filter you out, no hard feelings.