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.