Anyone who has wrote a dissertation or a thesis will understand the sheer ballache it is to motivate yourself to get writing it. The experimenting and all the (sort of) fun part is long gone and you're left with this awfully boring write-up. My heart actually sinks when I see the Pubmed homepage these days. It's taken me ages to get my introduction wrote (the part that you basically have to put all your background reading in), by far the driest part of a write-up. I've done my methods and most of my introduction, and my reference list is already getting towards three pages long, just to demonstrate why I'm getting so bored of reading paper after paper after paper. Furthermore, my draft deadline is next week. And I still have my results & discussion to plough through. Brilliant!
To add to this, my dad's sent me money via Royal Mail (I'm absolutely skint and I don't see him much when I'm home)...and surprise surprise, they didn't knock on the door. I'm really starting to get frustrated with this now. The sheer laziness of them makes my blood boil, the fact that they can't be arsed to knock and wait to see if you're in. My bedroom's only on the 1st floor, and I sleep with my window open, directly above the front door, so there's no way I would've missed them knocking.
To sum it up, I'm stressed.
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