I've been living with my dissertation looming large over me and every one in my vicinity (sorry, people) for four years and five months now.
Me: Yipppeeee! I'm nearly done with another paper!
Artist-in-residence: Great. What about your phd?
No. 1 biker boy: Bwahahahahaaaa!
Me: Don't you get it?!? Every time I finish a paper I'm closer to getting the damn phd!!!
Silent mirth on every one's faces.
Me: GRRRRR!!! After this just three more papers to go!
Artist-in-residence: Heeheehee! Gasp! Ok. That's good!
No. 1 biker boy: Very good. We're sooo proud of you. Heeheehee.
Me: Sit a little closer please, so I can smash your heads together.