After a week of toiling, I'm going into remission. Sounds misleading with that austere tone right? I'm supposed to be happy that I finally alleviate myself of this huge load called the Final Year Project/Thesis. I'm just too tired to respond gleefully after the past nights of burning the midnight oil.
All I'm thinking of now, is to reward myself with a well deserved meal despite skipping swimming today after a long session with my supervisor. This is really letting my hair down (though I have none to be let) due to it's non conformity with my exercise-food intake ratio.
Garrgh. I'm supposed to be jovial rather than austere. Entertainer for hire, anyone? And ANY form of entertainment.
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