Perivale, six hundred million; Rest of the Universe, nil!

I think I've finished. Oh god, I've finished. It's not just the words. I've finished the editing too. I've chopped and hacked and rearranged and I HATE IT LIKE A THING OF EVIL SO MUCH.

But it is done.

I'm going to have to read it again before I hand it in. I don't want to. Don't want to. Have to. HATE.

And I have to finish the bloody bibliography.

But my dissertation is FINISHED.

*collapses dead a bit*

ETA: Sleep is clearly the plan of sensible. But hah to that. I'm going to find something awful to watch. Like The King's Demons. Or...or...Paradise Towers. AHahahha. And hot chocolate.

ETA2: I am now offically allowed to be Excited About Star One. Oh my. This is good. 'Cept my brain appears to be too dead to realise the goodness. Curse you brain. Curse you. Give me endorphins.

Iconage

I do like making icons, and haven't had a chance to do so for ages. So my afternoon off was spent reminding self of how it is done and looking at lovely picture of Who-ish goodness. Decided that Six does not have enough iconage love and thus Six of Six (and one random Five and Seven, which are a bit old but I seem not to have posted before, I think):

Want. Take. Have.



( Teh Iconage )