*Warning. This post contains a first-person account of an evening under the influence of alcohol. Such material is only of interest to person or persons who experienced those events. Do not read.*
I completed the final stage of my dissertation process the other day. My 58-page, 13,000 word report had been submitted, and all I had to do next was present my project to others, explain and demonstrate the software tools I had developed, and describe how I had obtained my results.
There was no little amount of stress involved in doing this – especially when my bag decided to vomit my laptop out onto the street just beforehand.
But I’m not here to write about that.
I’m here to write about the aftermath.