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I love my thesis, I really do. I love my topic and, after two and a half years or so of thinking about it, I still find it very interesting. Which is a blessing in and of itself. My mother told me last year that, by the time I hit where I am now, I would be utterly sick of it all. And I'm not. I learn new things and have new ideas about it daily, which is great.

But today?

I don't feel like thinking or writing anything more about W.T. Stead or General Charles "Chinese" Gordon or the virtues of individual agency or the evils of bureaucracy or the influence of the boys' adventure stories on Stead's representation of the Soudan (Victorian-era spelling) crisis or government by journalism or the indirect power of the press.

Unfortunately, I promised my thesis supervisor chapter two by tomorrow.

So.

Back to work, then.


chapter two word count: 3,608 words, plus however many in the fourteen hand-written pages I have yet to type in. I don't know if any of it makes sense, though. Which, I guess, is why I have a thesis supervisor -- to tell me if I'm writing gibberish.

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thesis word count: 6,638 words.
number of sections left to write before chapter is finished: 2 -- one proper section and a conclusion.
current degree of brain fry: high. like, really high. hamburger that has fallen between the grills on the barbecue and has been resting directly on the hot coals for about half an hour high. the time I accidentally set my toast on fire in a faulty toaster high. general, all around, Rome burning, CSI cause-of-death-spontaneous-combustion corpse, lit match set to human hair high.
number of cats currently attempting to climb into the lap that is already occupied by my laptop: 1 -- thank you, Mr. Tim, that is quite enough of that.

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Somewhere around the end of fourth year, I completely lost my ability to stay up all night in order to finish papers. Actually, I'm not sure if it was the ability I lost or the will, but either way, it just does not happen any more.

So. The second to last section and the conclusion will not be finished tonight, particularly as the second to last section seems to have exploded on me in terms of complexity. I have yet to decide whether I will be turning this chapter in to my thesis supervisor a day late or if I will merely turn it in short a section and a conclusion tomorrow. Perhaps I will turn it in half way through the day tomorrow with a conclusion but without the second to last section. I could then write the second to last section and include it in the re-writes. Except that the second to last section and the conclusion are somewhat. Um. Linked.

And.

Uh.

That.


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(These are the kind of circular thought processes that make me disinclined to pull all-nighters.)

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My daddy emailed me from Africa. His email is one line long and has no capitalization or punctuation. This is because my father cannot type and thinks that computers are very clearly satanic devil tools (also, he doesn't really know how to work them). This is, I think, the first email I have ever received from my father.

::HEART::

And it is time for bed. I will deal with the unexpected explosion in complexity of the second to last section tomorrow. After sleep. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.