Friday Date Night: Dissertation Edition

Friday night date night with my dissertation, I think we’re taking our relationship to a new level.

I am tidying up my extensive endnotes as Curran is finishing one of his training contract applications for a large commercial law firm in London. Is it weird to say that these work-dates are romantic? We occasionally stop to share songs, make jokes, and take turns getting snacks. Strangely, these work-dates are surprisingly upbeat — supporting one another’s goals and sharing productive space in our office, now moved to the top floor of our house. Before writing this, I broke the typing silence by suddenly belting out St. Vincent’s “I . . . I . . . I . . . I . . . I, DON’T WANNA BE A CHEERLEADER, NO MOOOOORE,” and he didn’t seem disturbed at all. True love, indeed. Back to writing now. Well, now meaning after I re-listen to the new Grimes track for the millionth time. Enjoy:

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