I've been doing data collection for my dissertation this week (I know, I know - I got like two extensions because I was busy having an anxiety-induced nervous breakdown the first couple of times, but I'm hopefully gonna get SOMETHING done? Except that my supervisor wants a draft in on Friday so no sleep for me. None at all.), and augh. It is dull. I spent most of the evening in an anxiety-fuelled haze, which was fun!
This evening was not so fun. ( Trigger warning: blood, drunks.Collapse )
And that was my night out. It sucked. I much preferred the part where I came home, caught the three endings of Clue and watched all of Hackers, even if I had to do data entry for my dissertation the whole time.
... I am kinda proud of how I handled that, because I am pretty sure that I'm not usually that assertive and I have never asked for a manager before.
(THIS IS WHY I HATE DRUNK PEOPLE. At this point, I am pretty much swearing off hanging out with people who are drunk off their asses unless I am needed to put people in the recovery position. ... I may have already sworn off this, I'm pretty sure that I flat out stopped hanging out with a friend of mine because his girlfriend liked getting people drunk and I do not have the fucks to give for people who stress me out that much.)
I am pretty much going to finish writing up more of my dissertation and then go the fuck to sleep. More data collection in the morning, whoop whoop! I have less depressing news (like IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY) but I do not have the care to write about it right now.