One week to go until hand-in day for my dissertation/portfolio. It's mad how much I still have left to do in such a short amount of time, I quite clearly will never learn from my bad decisions. Speaking of which, my head is still all in a big muddled up cloud currently, but I'm attempting to throw myself into my writing etc, rather than get tangled up down-in-the-dumps of my poor quality character judgement. But enough of all that sad stuff.
This week is shaping up to be crazy busy, squeezing a social-life into the large quantities of panic writing with a couple of shifts thrown in, to keep me on the right side of poverty for another week. Tomorrow calls for a staff night out to West Street Live, which will be hilariously rubbish, but gives me a great excuse to put productivity on hold for a little while longer. I will always favour dancing at a seedy late bar to doing anything that I should be doing.
Good luck to all of you other poor souls suffering through the trauma of a dissertation.