So the data
turns out to be as rubbish as I thought they were. Which is, uh. Good. Because I don't have to act confused.
Apart from that, um. Not a lot. Work continues. Anxiety continues, but panic attacks are down. I am, however, snapping at the flatmates, but trying not to.
Generally it's a feeling of meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh, but work is getting done. Mostly. Eee?
OK, data is sorted, graphs is plotted. I'm done for the day.
THERE IS NO INAPPROPRIATE TIME FOR PLAYING 1992 SIERRA GAMES
. I say there is, but then I'm also a Will Turner fangirl, so what do I know?