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Another stupidly busy week is over and I'm catching up on my sleep and all the other things I ought to be doing...

Making progress (slow but steady) on my dissertation and it's suddenly feeling all a little too real. I can see it completely taking over my non-work life for the next six weeks as I've probably not done as much to date as I should have and the deadline is actually on the horizon now. So if I'm not around much between now and the middle of September, that's the reason, okay?

It's one particular bit of this that makes me want to stab myself in the eyes with a sharpened pencil - I feel like I know my subject inside and out, the relevant interviews are cracking on and the analysis of those isn't going to be a major problem, but I could care less about research design. Meh. Any advice/brickbats/platitudes accepted... ;)

But at least the forecast is for the weather to get back to a little more like normal English summer next week. I know, we're all terrible wusses who complain all the time and we don't know what real weather is, yadda yadda yadda, but none of us (and most of our buildings) aren't designed for this. Maybe if this is going to be more of the norm, at least the buildings will have to change to suit. All I know is that it's not much fun sitting in a relatively small meeting room with all the windows open, two fans whirring away and it's still too clammy to think properly.

In other news... nothing comes to mind, maybe more later.

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I'm probably more entertained than I ought to be by the fact that in a certain fandom, someone just posted their well-received slash novel that was formerly a zine and there's a blatant and obvious typo right at the beginning of the first sentence.

Not that I'm claiming infallibility or anything, but I hope this isn't a sign of things to come...

Yes, I am prevaricating by reading bad (and not-so-bad) fic instead of doing what I should be doing, and your point is..?

E.T.A. well, it wasn't too bad, and though I can excuse the couple of misspellings of Vin's name because they wouldn't get picked up by a spellchecker, the misspelling of Ezra surely would have. Oh, and this was a classic case of skimming past the sex scenes in search of plot. Ah well.