I did have a grand plan.
But with the amount of work they have doled out within one week, am now radically rethinking whether to
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Finish course (as they will charge me beer tokens if I don't)
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Get job
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Get life
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Find that the job market out there is dire and think of plan B
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Actually start to contemplate if Mini Me's may not be such a bad idea despite the sanctity of the womb.
I now have three research projects (one ongoing) and five assignments to complete by Febuary. Hopeless? Maybe. But Girlpants has offered to wear his official Girlpants outfit (tights included) to cheer me up. So there is some laughter and joy at the end of the day. Right after I psychologically question him about his choice of attire. And ask him to get out of my tights...