Three weeks. (Or: 11 papers down, 4 to go.)
Just three fucking weeks left, and really, the next two-and-a-bit are going to be the hardest. If I can survive the next two-and-half weeks, I’ll be okay.
But, um, yeah. I have totally given up on my Little Engine That Could routine and have flushed my any remaining sanity I (may or may not have) had down the toilet in pursuit of this bitty thing I call Not Failing.
I am more than ready for this academic year to be done. At this point, I need it to be done. So here’s hoping that sheer insanity and dumb luck are enough to get me across the finish line . . .
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