Thesis 1: me 0

I think I've got full-on thesis panic again, now that I've set myself a deadline to hand in the final draft for proof-reading. I can't read the damn thing, I get 5 lines in and the words swim around. Having difficulty typing, as every word makes itself into some bizarre anagram as I type it and I have to go back and spend just as long rearranging them back into some semblance of English.

Thought Top Gear, biscuits, coffee and a brief foray into drawing might braek the fug, but no, all I ended up with is a beelte covered in panceratic cells. UGH. I am beset by islets of Langerhans and they won't let go.



This thing was supposed to be a black and red expressionist samurai-themed thing of evil, but now look at it. Somewhere between a histology textbook and a polymer clay cane-making lesson.

ARGHGRHGHGH

Hm, not too bad...

He turned out OK I think... and I managed another 300 words of thesis and read another 24 papers this afternoon, so not a total washout of a day. Hating the pancreas even more than before though: why can't it just be a nice, model hierarchical system like the gut or something?



Not the best photo, will probably re-shoot when the sun is out and stuff, artificial light sucks donkeys and flash even more so. Tried diffusing it with tissue paper, but still ends up making the colours too blue and I can't be arse to feck about with it in Gimp. One day I'll get a scanner. Yeah, watch me: I'll be all scan scan scannity scan with the technology...