Tired. It is easier to spod than to work. Also am insanely checking email in the vain hope my DOS will get his act together and tell me he's happy to give me a reference. I mean, he *has* to because he's my DOS, right?
Sigh. Too many things to sort out - applying for PhD's is not only faffy stress and forms, but also big "What do you want to do with your life" doom, and applying to Not Cambridge places is miserable in its own right.
CULES, Campus, the house etc all need enough low grade things doing that I can keep myself busy without doing anything mathsy. It's depressing. I'm running out of holiday at a terrifying rate.
Nice to see Tom the other day.
Matthew is being lovely, but I'm being so damn snappy about everything I'm not sure how much longer he'll put up with it.