Oh internetz. How you taunt me.

I have successfully avoided the lure of t’internetz for most of today. I have gone over one of my thesis chapters, made changes. Sketched out the conclusion. But then the internet knocks on my screen, and puts stuff like this in my face:

And then I can’t help but look at The Literary Gift Company‘s website. And then I start to browse. And then I start to covet things like this:

And about a hundred other things they have for sale.

Must retreat to the other, computer-less, side of the house and bury my nose in a book. It may turn my brain, but it will save my bank account. (And if it’s a thesis-related book, it might also prove useful. You never can tell.)