big cheat

haha, so, I decided NOT to hand in the thesis today. I can’t say goodbye yet I guess, plus I can’t bear the thought that won’t be able to change anything anymore, and maybe just that I would make mistakes I later in the hurry. So, this means one more night to sleep on it. But I feel a bit more relaxed now that I’ve made the decision, hurray.

coffee breaklet

in the meantime, I’m thinking: waaaaaah, I hate these days. It ALways takes longer than you expect, and I just want the whole thing to be over. 12 pages in one and a half hour > that would mean I still have about 9 hours to go. Goodness me! Let’s just hope it’ll be done at five…

d-day

today will be the day that I will finally (hopefully) hand in my master’s thesis that has been haunting me for over three months now! Fingers crossed I will not discover chunks of texts that I really need to rewrite today. Fingers crossed my computer won’t crash. etc.etc.

down the stairs

is a piece of joy for any time that I am sad or just depressed by the big concrete building that houses my office.

 

writing joy

During my coffee break yesterday afternoon I sneaked into the bookshop and bought some notecards. And I took a picture, obviously, which I think turned out surprisingly nice, with the flashlight and all that.

Furthermore (oh essay slang), I give you, my writing table/box, which houses all my cards, envelopes, an address book, stamps, and a pen my grandfather gave me (and I never use).

Well now, I wish you a happy Wednesday and myself a productive day.

why, hello there!

cat and skies

might look more impressive than it is – it was just painting by number, so I don’t feel I have been that creative/crafty or anything. But still, I think it turned out rather nice.

View from my doorstep yesterday afternoon (when I was working from home, hurray for that):

the look of work today

don’t feel like i’m getting any work done this afternoon, but well, at least I’m comfortable and have nice views to lookat (though a bit hidden here by the pile of books).

As the very very close observer may have, ehm, observed, I brought a Glenn Miller cd to work today. Extremely enjoyable, always gets me in a good mood (but I’m not sure yet whether my colleagues will get along with Glenn..).

down my street

… are these beautiful sights of the beautiful countryside

on my doorstep

… lives this enormous chicken

(picture includes reflection of my telly in the window).

Luckily, he only lives there a couple of nights a week. Still, I find there’s something worrying about being a vegetarian and living above a chicken restaurant (which the chicken obviously belongs to).

To give you a better idea of the proportions of the beast, let me give you this:

Let’s just hope he’ll never get angry.

Or maybe just that I’ll never get annoyed enough to fetch some needles to wipe that smug smile off his face.

Well, no, that’s too mean. Really chicken – whatever be your name - it’s nice to have someone to say hi to when you get home.