Two of the three people on my committee are apparently trying to make me have a panic attack, but the third one told me to tell those two to "go fuck themselves." Can I do that?

Also, some asshole took the comfy chair that was at my carrel and replaced it with a chair that feels like despair and bruises.

THURSDAY. So close. I just want to be done!

Div-piphany!

You know when you're just minding your own business, reading a super-long paper, and you have a sudden realization and totally understand what your random, seemingly meaningless data (that even your committee can't interpret) means? Yeah. That's awesome.

For the first time all year, I am excited about my work. It feels really good. I guess this is what the Div III process is supposed to be like? I mean, I'm still going to be in the library all night tonight and probably tomorrow night as well, but now I actually know what I'm writing about instead of just pulling words out of my ass. Well done, Lily's Brain.