Currently, my dissertation feels like:
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And keeping on (esp w/ latest AHA job figures) feels like this:
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| Dumbledore reaching for the drink of despair in order to get to the Horcrux at the bottom and beat the Big Bad - only to find out the Horcrux is a fake and he went through torturous labour for (seemingly) little gain. |
Leaving your dear IrishRed feeling (and looking) a bit like this:
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| Dürer's Melancholia - considered by some to be a reflection of his own frustration and depression associated with the creative process. Maybe just needs more coffee. But then I remember that on Friday night I'm going to see this:  |
It's not going to solve the dissertation woes, but at least it'll be good for a flashback and a chuckle.
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