No internet browsing until I do my calculations
— My uni computer, and its inadequate amount of memory.
I feel reassured.
Round and round and round it goes. Where it stops, current models of modern tokamak physics is yet to accurately predict for future devices.
It… it works?
— Myself, wondering what I’ve done wrong because after trying to get one of the nastiest pieces of code to actually not brutally murder my computer with ridiculous amounts of memory use to behave and output sensible data it’s finally giving me results. This is a trap. It has to be.
Everything’s alright now.
— A phrase that isn’t used enough.
Oh god it’s like typing in mud
— Myself, writing on the shitty office keyboard after spoiling myself with the mechanical keyboard I have at home
Writing a thesis is easy when you bribe yourself with hamburgers
— Myself, on not falling at the final hurdle.
Ha ha oh god you’re serious
— Myself, realising that a travel agent didn’t know if Seoul was in North or South Korea. Or what the difference was.