finally, trying to pick up where I left it nine weeks ago. Staring at the empty page on the computer screen. I know I had an argument to make. I know I left some notes, somewhere, all very organized. I haven't a clue where they are.
Moving house every 5 months is not very conducive for writing a thesis. As shock therapy, as insipiration mayhem, it's great. But on a long term, it's draining. I have to start again, once more.
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