My mom just called and issued a gentle ultimatum: A complete thesis draft will be the best birthday present I could ever give her (said with a very sarcastic laugh).
Her birthday is in two days.
While I had originally hoped to be done by tomorrow night / Tuesday morning, adding filial piety to the mix somehow ups the ante.
She thinks I'm having a mental breakdown. So she just wants me to be done.
At this point, I think it's more like I'm being done for.
1 comment:
you can do it ! Thanks for calling I loved talking to you! Hope to see you soon :D
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