Maybe I'll have an accident like lucky Alexander Fleming and cure everything in the universe with my thesis.
Figure: Alexander Fleming was a lucky dog.
Not because he had the clap, but because of how he discovered penicillin.
If you don't know the story: Fleming had a petri dish of bacteria contaminated with a fungus. The bacteria did not grow near that fungus. Ding ding ding: Fungus is producing something that kills bacteria. PENICILLIN! Luck. Lots of it. Something that could never happen again, and certainly not for me. So, I will not wish for it, but man, that would be nice.