3 weeks, 3 weeks, 3 weeks

If I were to start explaining just how crappy and demoralising this week has been, I'm afraid I'd be here all weekend weeping into my keyboard, so here's the two things I need to keep telling myself:

1. My technician project was always a shitty, difficult one, and I need to keep reminding myself that it's Not (always) My Fault when things don't work (and um, £3K worth of reagents are wasted), because that's scientific research for you.
2. I only have to put up with three more weeks of this shit, then I'm leaving this project for ever, leaving the university, leaving the city, and will hopefully be in a much happier situation up in Glasgow.

/end emo self-pity fest. Sorry, guys, sorry.

-

Now my Eagle Big Bang illustrations are almost done, I think I need a break from drawing Marcus and Esca for a while before I get a bit burnt out. So I signed up for this!


Whee! Now I have the fun task of figuring out what to do for it. I sort of have an idea that is precious to me involving a Victorian AU but with steampunk-ish dreamshare technology, but I have my doubts about how many people would be interested in writing that (and with it being such a big fandom I've only read a fraction of, I bet that's been done before), so back in the box of stupid ideas it goes!

-

My plan to spend the weekend rewarding myself in between preparing my masters talk (final thing I need to do for the degree! Never mind that the deadline for it was way back in January...) with episodes of Downton Abbey and Tom Hardy's sweaty muscled body Warrior is being ruined by the wife who is hogging the TV with Transformers tonight and Mass Effect 3 tomorrow. I NO WANT WIFE.

Anyway, how are you all doing, lovely people who reside on my flist? Tell me all your happy things!