Guess who handed in her first draft.
Me. It was me.
My mom thinks I'm cool
Guess who handed in her first draft.
Me. It was me.
And friggen flew past it.
Raise that roof, girl!
Surprisingly, I’m not feeling terrible about the progress I’ve made on my thesis since 5:00. (The pizza I ordered and beer I purchased may have something do with it, but what the heck.) So here’s today’s thesis emotion:
I’m getting there.
And this is how I feel about my thesis today:
This is what’s keeping me away from my beloved book challenge. I do not enjoy it.