TODAY IS HARD.
my thesis has officially sent me around the twist. i am wandering around the house whimpering and keep finding myself in strange rooms, standing completely still, staring in to the distance with no idea how i got there or how long i have been there for. i have hardly slept all week. i've been eating cereal for every meal. i've had crying fits that have lasted entire days and i keep typing typing typing and crying at the same time. i've completely lost the plot. and at the end of the day i don't even think i've written as much as i should have and what i have written is probably complete rubbish.
i honestly don't know how anyone comes out of a phd alive.
i'm pretty sure this shit has taken 20 years off my life expectancy.