oh god, i want to die. or kill. actually, mostly kill.

i was supposed to submit my final draft to my second reader tomorrow. my supervisor gave me his corrections on friday and said he'd like to do a final minor edit (ugh) before i submitted the thesis. i told him i'd try to get it to him early afternoon on sunday and if he sent it back to me with a minor copy edit, i could probably have it to him monday morning.

he sends me the 'copy-edited' version, full yet again of retarded corrections of digitally scrawled corrections on the PDF, some of which didn't even make grammatical sense, as well as one thing that he perceived to be an eggregious omission that, he says, "i should have caught earlier."

fuck you. fuck you!

"why didn't you vary pitch?" he asks.

uh...because you told me i didn't have to? now i'm not sure what's happening. i have to make all sorts of additions that are going to take a ridiculous amount of time, and my second reader probably won't get it back in time if i submit it too late. and i have to get the final version in by 31 october, or i'm humped. financially, that is. also, the book project at school (real school) is picking up. these next three weeks are going to be utter hell.

fuck.

ROAR!

no, i think this is a rare occasion that merits numerous exclamation points.

ROAR!!!

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however, i did make home-made spinach-ricotta cannelloni tonight. it was yummy. it almost makes up for the fact that it's almost 2 am and i'm still not done my thesis. actually, it really doesn't.

sigh.