Paroxysm
I bet I know what my office mates were thinking yesterday: "she's faking that headache to go home and watch the cricket." As if.
I am in the midst of:
1. a transfer report (switch from masters to PhD student, archaic device to bog us pupils down with unnecessary bureaucracy)
2. prep for viva voce, the oral exam for said transfer report
3. powerpoint presentation to kick off said viva.
4. patent application (my second ever!)
5. grant application (for such an enormous sum of money that it's impossible not to lose sleep over)
6. moving
A visit from my once-yearly migraine was probably inevitable. F it, I'm shopping this afternoon. Better to do it now before London runs out of clothes.
I am in the midst of:
1. a transfer report (switch from masters to PhD student, archaic device to bog us pupils down with unnecessary bureaucracy)
2. prep for viva voce, the oral exam for said transfer report
3. powerpoint presentation to kick off said viva.
4. patent application (my second ever!)
5. grant application (for such an enormous sum of money that it's impossible not to lose sleep over)
6. moving
A visit from my once-yearly migraine was probably inevitable. F it, I'm shopping this afternoon. Better to do it now before London runs out of clothes.
