Rants from the Burgh

The thesis is bearing down behind me, hurtling through space at incredible rates of speed. I defend around 30 hours from now, and I'm working working working. Meanwhile, the life around me is crumbling, due to a coincidence of increased external pressures! When I defend...if I succeed...I will surely re-emerge from my ashes like a phoenix. If I don't, I'd ike my guitar to go to my dad, and my cuisinart to go to K. It'd be nice if somebody said some nice things at my wake.

Perhaps for my tombstone:


Man versus Thesis
Thesis won
Thesis always wins