And with that, Sherlock faked his death and caught the next plane for Middle-earth. True story.
And with that, Sherlock faked his death and caught the next plane for Middle-earth. True story.
24 hours…
Actually, that’s quite a lot of time. Y’know, considering what I have left to do. I’ve done more words in less amounts of time, and it’s gone alright. It’s not finishing that’s the problem, it’s more having the time to get it bound first thing in the morning and then handed in afterwards. Here’s to hoping the store opens at like, 8 and there’s not a queue for binding.
AUGH IT’S SO CLOSE I HATE IT.
Still. I’ll make a bigger dent today, maybe go to the library, maybe not, and tomorrow it shall be done. I just wonder how long it takes to get two copies bound.
And yeah, I’m going to do this tomorrow, as well.
I’ve been waiting for an excuse to use this for ages.
(Even though my dissertation deadline is in in 71 hours instead of 72…but whatever.)
And now, a big announcement: Warby Barker is here! We proudly present our all-new canine collection—exclusive, boutique-quality frames to make man’s best friend a little more stylish.
I don’t normally reblog stuff that’s on the sidebar because, well, you’ve probably all already seen it. But there’s just something about dogs with poor eyesight that turns me into a bumbling idiot and makes me want to show them to the world.
I mean, look! Look! That dog can’t see very well! He has to use people glasses! Ha ha!