It would seem I haven’t managed to leave behind the ‘Fart-Arsing About’ part of my Thirties. Been sitting at the library since 9:46am and I have accomplished absolutely nothing. If you count tweets posted and Pinterest uploadings, then I have accomplished a lot. And I have managed to update the software on my beloved iPad.
What I should have been doing was trying to sort out this jigsaw puzzle of Chapter 4.
Oh, and I did manage to Google some rather lovely images of Aidan Turner, who I recently ogled in a little telly series called ‘Desperate Romantics‘ in which he played the fickle cad and Pre-Raphelite painter, Dante Gabriel Rossetti. It’s available on iTunes if these pics get you all hot, bothered and intrigued.
How on earth do I find enthusiasm for my thesis? If anyone has any advice, please let me know. I’m now in my eighth year of [avoiding] working on the Blasted Thesis and there is no end in sight, mainly because I just cannot be arsed working on it. I’m so over it, but I can’t be because, IT’S NOT FLAMIN’ FINISHED!!