I'm terrible at this regular updates thing

I've been hard at work on my thesis for the last little while, and at times it feels like all my life has boiled down to is my thesis, my apartment (and all those living in it), and my job. And somehow, this is kind of a good thing.

As part of my thesis work, I've spent a lot of time just sitting around and thinking of the books I've read. It's like flipping through a filing cabinet where all of the files have become jumbled, and half of them no longer have name tags. I'll remember reading something that I could have sworn was in that one book that then turns out to be in a totally different book. On a few occasions, I've realised that I've actually mixed up the plot of two different books in my mind to the point where they've merged into one giant work. And other times I'll remember a passage in great detail, but won't be able to figure out for the life of me where it came from.

Working on my thesis has become a sort of a biographical project, one in which I trace my reading history. It's fascinating to pick a book up and remember when I first read it, when I last read it, who gave it to me, who I loaned it to. So many books have woven their way into the thread of my life, loaning their colour and texture to the ever-lengthening tapestry. In the end, this whole project has become kind of selfish, an opportunity for self-exploration as much as it is a means by which to earn my degree.

I can't help but feel that I'm in the process of conning the University into giving me a degree for something I would've killed for the chance to do anyway.

Suckers!