the one about my thesis, pt 6

14:13 - i'm going to try and spend the afternoon writing and / or researching

15:41 - i wrote about 2.5 pages of complete garbage, but i did write it, so there's that. my goal this week is to finish up the mumbo jumbo section so that i can edit it and spend weeks 5-8 editing and writing my intros and conclusions.

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