gorn...

Why should it be that the submission of a large piece of work occupying several years of my life should leave me with a pounding headache? Exactly the same thing happened when I picked up my printed PhD from the photocopy shop. I just sent off a large zip file to the publishers. When you get down to it, it represents about eight years of effort: six of PhD study, and two of revision. It's not really surprising that I feel lost, bereft and slightly weepy. And have, of course, a thundering headache. I suppose an afternoon of MLA format will do that to you.

I found the dessicated corpse of a mouse in my car engine this morning, all cosied up against the engine block. I suppose the foolish little rodent crept in there for warmth, and got more than it bargained for. Either that, or my car is developing carnivorous tendencies I don't actually like to think about. *has visions of self vanishing into open bonnet with a squeak, legs flailing wildly*

Must do zombie shuffle off in search of painkillers. The meaning has gone from my life!