I’ve been lazy. I was nearly sticking to my deadlines till I decided to come to Malta. That’s the closest place I’ve got to home – I’m a nomad and I’ve never truly felt home anywhere in this world (closest places are scenes of natural beauty with people I love, China, Germany, Edinburgh, Malta, Dubai, Libya, all have touched me). Malta has got my parents and old friends. I’ve learnt many things, which friends I was closest to and were most special to me. How I’ve changed since I left Malta four years ago. How my parents have changed. How I love the new house – I can actually go for walks and take pictures of beautiful things: http://www.flickr.com/photos/38042871@N08/4244958081/in/photostream/.
I’m enjoying the return and it’s teaching a lot about myself.
This is all me, me, me, me what about thesis, thesis, thesis? Ha! 3 weeks after I was meant to start and this is the only week I’ve managed to actually get some work done.
Materials and methods: 90% done, 1st draft (Francesca – the post doc who rescued my PhD – suggested a lot of changes so I had to notch it down from 100% to 90% – I hadn’t been slacking off that much!)
Mitochondria Chapter: 70% ready.
Figures for all Chapters 60% ready.
Meeting deadlines: 1 month late…
A month a whole bloody extra month. I’m pretty pissed off with myself. Will that provide motivation, will I finally sit down, switch of twitter, facebook, msn, skype, emails and get cracking on it. Hardcore cracking, that’s What i’m referring to. Will power! That’s what I need, but how do you force yourself to do something you do not want to do. Now that’s something to ponder. Or is it another desperate attempt at procrastination?