Happy pierogie synergy day.
Actually, it's perigee-syzygy: when a full moon coincides with the moon being as close as it gets to earth. My mom emailed me about it yesterday and I had to look it up.
I was in the midst of drafting a methods section for Experiment 3 earlier this evening when old Mister Cheeseface appeared in my back window. I remembered about it being pierogie day and paused to take a picture.
Pi told me I was a nerd.
"I'm not the one with a mathematical constant for my name," I told her.
She jumped onto my desk and raised a furry paw over the delete button.
"Do it and you will never eat tuna again," I said.
So she dipped her nose into my hot chocolate instead.
Because that is how we roll here in thesis central. The plan is to churn out one chapter a week until mid-June. Discussion gets two weeks. Then I have one month to revise, revise, revise.
If I don't respond to your emails, it's because my fingers hurt. If I respond and it doesn't make sense, it's because I've already used up my quota of intellect for the day. If I respond and it does make sense, please tell me to get back to work.