How this dissertation is going to get done

Last night, Rachael and I drank a lot of wine while sitting on her sofa ignoring the television.  At some point, conversation turned to the subject of my dissertation  (least favorite topic for wine-flavored conversation).  In an attempt to change the subject fairly quickly, I explained the direction in which my work is heading in the clearest and most succinct terms to date.  I thought to myself, "That's a really awesome way to explain what you're doing."  Then, subject changed, I think we began a lengthy discussion of how stupid men are and I didn't think about the dissertation portion of the conversation again until this morning when I opened my eyes at 6 a.m. and said "Holy fuck! That was probably an abstract!"

I've spent a large portion of today trying to recreate what I said last night.  I was finally partially successful a few minutes ago and, rereading what I wrote, I can see that it's not as good.  Whether it's not as good because I can't accurately reconstruct my thinking/speaking or because it wasn't really that good and wine made me think it was I'll never know.  The point is: the final draft of my dissertation will probably be edited while I'm drinking.