Today my PhD is just making me cry. I don't want to pore over the book anymore. I don't want to type stuff up on my computer. I send a long, heartfelt text message to a friend, telling her that I want to quit my PhD.
Friend: 'If you can't work, go get some fresh air, go for a walk, or go buy a top.'
Me: '...but I can't go for a walk every time I hate my PhD. I would be walking forever. And I would constantly be buying tops'.
Am slightly cheered by the idea of how many tops I would get to own, if I did follow this advice.