I've tried, since I've started this blog, not to go more than a week without posting, just so my half-dozen loyal readers (lovely, fabulous, wonderful people, all of you) will know that I haven't disappeared from the face of the earth or completely lost my mind under thesis pressure.  But lately I'm finding it hard to remember when I last posted because time either flies or crawls and either way, I've lost track of it completely.  I couldn't believe it when I checked the date of my last post today and realized that it was just last weekend I was in Sydney.  It feels like it was ages ago.  I may as well not even have gone, my memories of it are so hazy at the moment.  

Yes, my entire life is disappearing into the thesis vortex.  I know that complaint has appeared in this space before.  But it bugs me so much.  I can't seem to retain information that isn't about my thesis, even when I'm out trying to relax it's there in the back of my brain, and I realised this weekend that I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself when I'm done with it.  I don't know if I'll be relieved, or if I'll collapse under the weight of all that time without any projects or deadlines whatsoever.  An endless vista of days with nothing required of me.  I don't know if it's a dream, or a horror show waiting to happen.  A question I'm possibly beginning to hate more than 'How's your thesis going?' is 'So, what are you going to do after this?'  

As for how my thesis is going . . . well, it is going, so that's something, at least.  I think I have a better idea what to do with the second chapter, but it still needs a lot of work, and I'm just not thinking about the third one right now.  It's still evolving, which I'm a little concerned about.  It seems like if I'd done this right, I'd be pretty clear by now on what I'm trying to say and what should be in my thesis, not still figuring it all out.  But it's getting there.  I think.  I hope.