Post-viva

So it's now almost 2 am and I've not slept in 2 days. My head is killing me and I'm having problems speaking like a normal person. Why? Cos 10 hours ago, in a small white room situated in a place of great scientific learning and ground-breaking research, located somewhere in the rolling plains of the English South-ish Midlands-ish region, my fate as a DPhil student was being decided. 

After 2 hours of gruelling questioning, speculative discussing and many "Huh. What?"s, I was bumped up to an upper echelon of academic standing and have now acquired the lofty title of "Dr". Overnight, I was no longer a lowly DPhil Student, working long dull hours, in dark dingy rooms, gathering incomprehensible data for a piece of writing that only 2 (or if you're lucky 3) people will ever have the honour and pleasure of reading. I was now a Dr., who may still have to work long dull hours, in dark dingy rooms, gathering incomprehensible data for a piece of writing that I hope more than 2 people will want to read, but with the newly found superpower of being able to bestow infinite knowledge and wisdom acquired and consolidated over the last 7 days, oh I mean, 4 years, to those who didn't know any better and have chosen to begin down the same path I did 4 years ago. 

And now that I'm a Dr. and I hypothetically have more free time, I've decided to start a blog. And tonight/today of all days because:

1) I am still too psyched to sleep.

2) My headache won't go. 

3) Just because I can.