So, I've been noodling away at this thesis for the better part of a year. Just, kind of poking at it for shits 'n giggles or whenever I get sufficiently guilt-tripped by Mr. Mascara into quote-working on it-end quote. But a couple of days ago, he said the magic words...

"I will pay for your trip to Disneyland if you finish your thesis by February."

I had already gotten about 30 pages written at that point and knew that this beast wasn't going to be more than 100 pages in length. So, 1/3 of the way through, I said, "What if I finish it before then?"

"There will be prorated incentives."

So, three days later, here I am, with about 90% of this bad boy written and I am feeling SO FUCKING BADASS! Who knew that I was so easily bribable? (Ok, I totally knew. I'm completely shameless when it comes to me getting stuff in exchange for me doing stuff.)

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The downside is that my back is messed up so badly from hunching over the desk lo these many days that I had to work from home today so I could safely drug myself up without endangering the lives of innocent bystanders.

But still! DISNEYLAND GRAND CALIFORNIAN HERE I COME!