Am sure that SSHRC madness has taken me. Can think of nothing but academic bullshit with which to obscure the fact that I don’t know what I am doing. Feel the unending urge to say everything in proposal-eze.
I am not insane. I am, in fact, exploring the ways in which people express difficulty in an academic setting. Or maybe I am researching the cause and effects of stress on idiotic Nova Scotioners. Perhaps I will seek to answer the thesis question: Why does stress make me feel like bugs are inhabiting my skin?
Is that worth $35,000?
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