This evening I am greatly in need of a healthy dose of panic. The kind of panic that is sufficient to force my thinking into that teeny weeny channel in my brain that produces words on a page... lots and lots of them, around 15,000* [gulp], and also enough to produce focus but not so overpowering that I lose clarity.
Easy peasy :-/
Hello all-nighter, we meet again.
*Thankfully, many of them are there already just not in the right order...
This will be the situation after the all-nighter:
And perhaps my supervisor will say/do this, perhaps...just perhaps: