Since I have started this whole writing-my-thesis thing, I have collectively stared at my screen for probably hundreds of hours. It isn't making sense anymore! It looks like a bunch of letters on the screen. Last week, I had my thesis "up" and felt on a roll. My argument flowed smoothly. Ahhhhhh.
Now I am on a thesis "down." So I am going to pout: ThisisdumbwhydoIhavetodothisIsisevenworthitsighIwanttogoplayhelp!
Pshew. Now that is off my chest. I am going to go make some chamomile tea and try to refocus. Deep breath, this is not the end of the world. It might be spinning so fast that I will fall off the planet entirely, but it isn't the end.