This is the last day to work on my thesis and its ending one minute at a time. Every second that goes by is a missed opportunity to add, edit, or remove words and sentences. What would happen if I just stopped now, cold and walked away from it. Left it to die on this old computer. What if I never bothered to turn it on again? Is it failure if you choose not to follow through?
This is highly unlikely to happen of course. In a minute or two I will return to the work at hand and try to establish which sentences go where, which sentences have to go, and which have to be created.
I hate this thing and it really is consuming my life, one second at a time, as it marches on toward the Monday high noon deadline.
Moments in time captured with various odd symbols referred to in the lingua franca as letters.
- ► 2010 (79)
- ▼ May (10)
- ► 2008 (76)
- ► 2007 (49)