Smack my Bitch Up

OK. Its 10.20 pm I have just returned to my desk after a wee stint at work (five shifts to go, bizzo). I am armed with a big bowl of gnocchi, a bottle of the evil black cola, a bottle of riesling (can you say "booze hag"?) and some serious determination.
I will have the bitch finished by bed time tonight. I don't care if bed time tonight is 10 am tomorrow, my thesis will be all corrected, acknowledged, appendiced, bibliographied, title-paged, table-of-contentsed, graphed and printed.
This wine is shit.
I cannot promise further blogs tonight, but we'll see how circumstances transpire.

*inhale, grit teeth, and go*

Eighteen and a half hours to go.

Oh yeah.

Bring it.