I am back once more with some reflections on dissertation writing. Truly, this is some of my most profound work. I hope these sparse lines offer you the comfort of commiseration if you are also suffering from such misery. I am no doctor, but I am sure that the infamous ‘Library Back’ is one of the most damaging health phenomenons currently facing humanity.
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I.
The price of long days
Paid through this pain in my spine
Will I ever move?
II.
My dissertation
Surrounds my body in chains
I cannot escape
III.
Motionless I sit
Typing nothing, everything
My back is a mess
the rambling medievalist 
1.
Sad thesis writing
All days roll into one day
I am in actual hell
2.
Sad library days,
They say writing is hard but
Sitting is harder
3.
What is a thesis
But a clutter of crap words,
Does yours make any sense?
4.
How many words left
What the fuck is going on
Word count: thirty-two
5.
Too depressed to write,
Will it ever be over
Maybe I’m hungry
6.
Cusp of lunacy
Pages blending together
Page one is page ten
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