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Pretty much finished the final section (I know; I was initially meant to finish it like twelve hours ago. Ssssssssshhhhhhh.) And I'm over 1,500 words overlength. Without the conclusion which needs to be at least 400 words. That said, I want to get it down to around 10,600 as the top limit, which means cutting out around... 1,300 words ish when it's all said and done. Mmmm. This could be interesting. Though I want to rewrite the stupidly long introduction and a good 5-600 words can come off that.

And I have to have it done in the next two-two and a half hours tops because I need to do footnotes before printing it out at around half eight and there are billions of them. Covering about twenty books. All of which have just the title and a page number, so I need to organise them into true English-type anally retentive attention to detail.

On the plus side... almost finished. Ish. If a first draft can ever be called finished. >_<

edit: Cutting words out is proving harder than I thought it'd be. I'm at 11,153 now and need to get rid of at least another 500, preferably more like 6-700. And all I really want at this particular moment is a nap. Aaaaaaaarrrggh. Oh and footnotes? Don't even mention footnotes to me.

edit: Also I really really really haven't analysed enough in my first section but instead ramble on at length with description. It's really annoying. I have no idea how to change it. I can only hope there's enough in there and that I can pull something out my ass with the conclusion to salvage it.

Am only on page 16 of 52 in editing. ;_;

edit: 10,997 words. So bored. The thing with me is that I do the research and planning before I write, so what I end up with is pretty submittable and tight enough that any restructuring causes major headaches. This is nice in that I don't rewrite as much as some people. It's bad in that when I want to tighten things up more, taking stuff out means losing important stuff. And I don't have time to rewrite the entire damn chapter. Which is still 4,000 words and too long and it's just stupid.

AND I NEED TO DO THE FOOTNOTES, ARGH.

edit: My tiredness has suddenly caught up with me. Argh. I don't know if I'm not finding as many typos as usual because I'm missing them through lack of sleep or because I wrote this more slowly than my usual essays so I was typing better. Trying to wake up enough to care at this point.

Also, really not impressing myself on the read-through. To be honest, I don't think it's that good but there's nothing I can really do about it now. It's frustrating when I did read so much and try hard but it just doesn't seem to be coming across. Hopefully, hopefully I can make up for it with Creative Writing and Shakespeare. *touch wood*

edit: And no, I'm not being one of those annoying people who says their work is crap when it's awesome. I genuinely think this is barely worth submitting, given that the mark I suspect I'll get for it will pull down my average enough for it to may as well be a fail mark for something not handed in at all. It's sloppy and unfocused and, typically, the part I'm happiest with is the 2,000 words I wrote over last night with no sleep. Because I need stress. If I'd had four deadlines for each individual chapter, they'd each be much better.

Trying to talk myself out of sleeping for ten minutes. I really don't have the time. Argh.

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FOOTNOTES SHOULD BE SHOT.

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Just to say that the dissertation got handed in (ten minutes before the deadline. Even when I try not to be me, I can't help it) bound and hopefully correctly footnoted and with a copy on cd and everything. It looked very smart all properly bound and I felt hugely guilty because I still don't think it turned out that well, so having it look so official felt kind of a fraud. But A has ordered me not to think about it anymore and I won't, especially once I sort the giant stacks of books lurking around my room. Tomorrow. Tonight, I sleep.

Have decided to buy two new fish on Monday, because Kermit is looking lonely all by himself and Gonzo's too imbalanced to go back in the bigger tank. I would get them tomorrow but I need food and I can't carry both. In keeping with the Muppets theme, they're going to be called Beaker and Bunsen, short for Dr. Bunsen Honeydew. One day there will be a Miss Piggy but it needs to be the right fish. I'll miss saying Rizzo. It's such a fantastic word. To be honest, I can't see Gonzo lasting much longer the way he is, although I said that over two months ago too and yet he's still half-swimming around at odd angles.

A also just pointed out that in three weeks, I'll be finished at university (unless I end up resitting this year. *touch wood* Don't laugh. I've barely read a Shakespeare play all year and my exam is in three weeks.) Finished forever. It's an unspeakably depressing thought. Which is why I am buying fish, because I need to be distracted with shiny things.

Going to bed now. If I can make myself move and work out how to change my sheets while majorly sleep deprived. Cannot brain today. Have the dumb. *So much* dumb. Which is why I'm still on hiatus from life and the internets until at least tomorrow.