the ugly

i'm under huge pressure with my papers.

yesterday, i was woken by an exceptionally uncomfortable phone call from my boss demanding a timetable in spite of my objections to predicting the unpredictable and my unwillingness to invest more than the barest minimum of hours next week because i need a break after this insanity.

then i got grinding. overall, it was a rewarding effort and until 4am - that's with solid stops to visit the doctor and for the weekly rollerblading route - i managed to churn out most of the paper and pretty much all that's left to do is to expand it by peppering it with a few more elephant jokes.

the cool thing is that after three days of research i've pretty much uncovered a new theory of humour. i think.

the reason i stopped at 4am was a headache that rendered me incapable of focusing - it might be related to the fact that my nose is blocked. i went to bed, and spent the next three hours suffering horribly, unable to sleep and tortured by the fan, then my feet, then imaginary insects...

eventually i decided that if i was still awake by 7am i'd get up and try again; i'm guessing i eventually nodded off around that time.

...

now i have to get in tune and into gear, finish this thing and start figuring out what my last paper is going to be about
- four days to hand in? no worries?