forty one, forty two... ...forty three pages (including the bibliography.) Can I say I'm done now? I mean, is there really a magic number, like fifty, that I have to reach? Is it worth it? A year frm now all this will be forgotten, and I will most likely be a damn cook in the cities working some greasy smelly kitchen at night for peanuts. Why the fuck am I doing this? Is this degree going to get me anything, other than the familiar "Where did you graduate from? Is that a real university?" Yes and no, I'll have to reply. Yes and no.  ¶ 10:16 AM