People have always told me that the hardest thing to do when writing something was to submit it. I could never empathise. Maybe these people didn’t have a deadline set in stone. I handed in my honours thesis this afternoon and I feel fantastic. I mean, the thesis itself could have been much better, but honestly, I’m sick to death of the phrases ‘complex predicate’ and ‘argument structure’. I verge on physical illness upon hearing the name ‘Jackendoff’!

If anyone wants to read it (you shouldn’t bother, really) it’ll be published on the internet after it gets marked. Anyway, the point is, it’s done and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it now so I may as well relax.

As they say in language, watj-ja!