i finsihed the fucking amendments (over the phone, would you believe - my dozy director of studies cocked up on the "getting-the-annotated-thesis-to-me" front, so he had to read them out while i typed the amendments furiously!
), and then managed to get them emailed to the lovely woman who's printing and copying them for me (after several false starts - don't get me going on the uni email system
), and now i'm going to overdose completely on chocolate! (only i'm too knackered to walk over to the shop and get some
).
now all i have to do is wait for the shit of an examiner to find something else wrong with it. if she doesn't (watch out for flying pigs), it's DONE, and i just need to get it permanently bound and off to the examination board, and them i'm a real doctor. if she does, i have to... well, fuck knows, actually. apart from justifiable homicide, that is (if she'd bothered to find out that people with AS can't read minds and actually tell me what was wrong in a couple of places, rather than saying i had to work it out for myself, it would've saved at least a week of stress for me. bitch.
)
i need a lie down...
