Work, you must...

As usual I'm stuck at my desk in the faculty, trying to write some more chapter of my thesis.. However, the closer the deadline comes the more difficult it seems to get something down which is easy to understand yet scientifically apropriate to get a degree for it.. So please don't feel offended if the question 'How are you doing?' is answered briskly by '21 pages.' or something of the like. In fact, apart from having to finish (a thing that I'm actually quite looking forward to) and to decide what to do with my life after that, I'm perfectly well, happy and healthy (even though my beauty suffers by the odd lack of sleep painting black circles in quite central zones of my face). Now my hope is just to find some nice company for a night's out this weekend as I feel I'm missing too much of the world's nice things by staying inside all day every day. At least, I'm not alone to sit under that beautiful, encouraging sign telling me to continue...