Everyday I acomplish less and less,
I really wish I was instead obsessed,
My lack of progress is leading to distress,
Because everyday I acomplish less and less,
and less and less and less.
I have this funny feeling in my chest,
The doctor says my liver is a mess,
I've probablly inhaled lots of THF
All I know is my dissertation makes me want to Eff
and eff and eff and Blind
You Know, I Think, I'm going out my mind,
The dimethylformamide i can't find,
I'd quaff some IMS if I didn't think that I'd go blind,
I never can get authorisation forms signed,
And now i'm really in a bind,
Ooooooooooh oh, and my parents love me,
Ooooooooooh oh, and my girlfriend's lovely,
Ooooooooooh oh, and I missed the rugby,
Ooooooooooh oh, at least [Tutors Name] is friendly.
Written last year during the process of compiling my first dissertation (again, long story); I just thought I'd share it...
Anyone else having a distressing (or stressing) Write Up period?