Sex is good for you.

As if you really needed the excuse.

It’s been a long time coming

It’s been traumatic, it’s been difficult, horrible… A NIGHTMARE. Countless days lost to my computer. No sleep. Too much sleep. Anger. Joy. Delirium. Short-lived self-confidence.

But I have finally submitted my PhD thesis. Done. Dusted. Gone. No more. Can’t do anything now.

All I can do now is await the dreaded date – the bit where I have to pretend I actually know what I’m talking about. The bit where 4 people, 4 insanely intelligent people, the type of people someone might write a “how many people does it take to change a lightbulb” type joke about, for that day have only one mission in life – to rip me to shreds. You’re nothing. You’re useless. What are you still doing here? (“Cos, I got no place else to go!”. – Remember? Wayne’s World. Classic.)

At some point I might create a guide on “How to absolutely NOT do a PhD in x easy steps.” Example 1: Do some work, don’t watch Wayne’s World.

For now, though, I’m feeling good.

R.I.P my friend

RIP Simon Wilson, 10/06/1981 – 02/10/2006.

I hope you find the peace you were looking for.