Today I woke up feeling incredibly wobbly and with a steady headache, and found my room completely trashed. Very collegiate, no?

Except this wasn’t a hangover of the partying sort. This was the thesis hangover. After a week of not really sleeping, two weeks of not really eating, and a month of not really relaxing, it’s really no wonder that I slept for 17 hours straight and woke up feeling only partly revived. I weighed myself this morning and was pretty shocked to see how much weight I’ve lost recently, which only confirms what I recognise (unprecedented for me) to be a thesis-induced skeletal look. Very runway
I think my complexion for the past week would be best described as “death-mask”.
Thanks to the seemingly endless supply of fancy food at HUCE, my diet the past few weeks has been a combination of: (a) nothing, (b) horrendous junk food, or (c) very rich fancy food. Which may explain the frequent nausea. An illustrative food diary:
Wed 3am-6pm: four Ferrero Rocher chocolates. Endless litres of water. Jelly beans.
Wed 6pm-9pm: dried figs, rabbit paté on crackers, and some hard cheese. Nausea.
Wed 10pm-11pm: spicy Doritos.
Thu 3am-8am: nothing. Many litres of water.
Thu 8am-10am: chocolate butter croissant, iced lemon tea. More nausea.
Meanwhile, my room… woah. I don’t think it’s ever been this trashed before. When I finally woke up at 7am this morning I was startled enough to take a few pictures to record the damage. (Laurel, this reminds me of your blog post from the day after you finished your dissertation.)
Which reminds me, I should get back to tidying.