Sting Like A Butterfly, Float Like A Brick

As I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, my dissertation advisor thought I should go back and collect some more data. I started working on it and came up with an estimate of how long it would take - about 2 months, which would delay my completion date from fall of 07 to spring of 08 and probably cause my early death.

Okay, I didn't tell him the last part.

I was hoping his basic decency and consideration for the (delicate) state of my soul would bring him around to my point of view: better a half-ass dissertation today than a good one tomorrow.

No deal. Apparently my powers of persuasion leave much to be desired.

Now where's my bottle of Glenlivet?