I think perhaps I would have snorted in year 1, if you told me that 3 years later, I would write 5000 words a day (and then some).

I'm reaching a point where I wish I had juniors, to pass on what I now know about this thing called undergraduate life.

Sniff sniff sentimentality and half-dreaming of my acknowledgement page mixed with stirrings of ohfuckamigoingtobeabletodothis.

There is incredible zen sometimes when I simply accept that it's too far gone for me to do anything now.

Okayyyyyyyyyyyyy- back to the painful labour known as thesis writing.