I feel as though my insides have been desecrated.
And yet, if I do not drink this vile stuff, I will fall asleep through sheer boredom.
This paper I'm writing is almost as bad as writing/correcting my thesis. Funnily enough, it's on work I did for my PhD.
You never actually accomplish anything. The past keeps on coming back to bite you in the arse.
And then you remember that in the past, you had to drink instant coffee as well, and it's even more depressing that you appear to be regressing.
And then you realise you're referring to yourself in the