I now have one week and a day to complete my dissertation. Its crisis point, as I have begun to feel the strain, and the circus act that is my mind is rolling out the 'I need and extension' clowns.. Man, why do I put myself through this!?

Well I try not to whinge, but this is the best place I suppose. I can silently nag the VDU, and you the unsuspecting (*might I add voyeuristic sadist*) blog-reader will sit until CNTRL-f4 is pressed out of desperation. Well it is feerozac after all, my dumb psychiatrist/notebook. I am metaphorically reclining.