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.
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.