Bitter End

Sunday, April 22, 2012

I am down to the dregs.

The editing the writing,  the re-editing. The trying - in vain - to find how APA dictates I block off text boxes of transcription (um, they don't) and figuring out the asinine heading systems.

The table of contents has yet to be written, although the abstract is complete and sent off for French translation.

The figures are mostly numbered and labelled correctly - and referred to in the proper places in the text.

I am tired. So incredibly tired of looking at this document. The urge to send it off half-finished and just say: "Come on. It's good enough" rises up in me, only to be squashed back down by my perfectionistic streak.

I decide I hate my data and that frankly I am full of shit. Maybe none of this is there at all. I am just weaving a good story out of gossamer and fairy lights.

The rabbits are fighting, the cat is meowing piteously. The child sulks. The spouse mopes.

"How is it coming?" he asked tonight.

I glare. Balefully.

Almost done.

1 Baleful Regards:

Catherine said...

I know exactly how you feel. Hang in there. My supervisor used to tell me: "It's just a big homework. Do it and move on". And after the defence, they serve you wine.

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