Okay, so, right now I'm kind of thinking that life would be easier as a heroin junkie than as a graduate student. Because I'm currently at the end of my rope -- it reminds me of the panflute flowchart on toothpaste for dinner. If you're addicted to smack, life's kind of like this:
Do I have heroin?
--No.
Do I want some, yes or no?
--YES.
Should I get some?
--YES!
and case closed. No more deliberation*
As a graduate student, life is a little more like this:
Do I have a paper to write?
--Yes.
Do I want to write this paper?
--Yes, in a general "let's be proactive" sort of way.
Should I write this paper?
--YES!
Great. How?
--oh, piss.
Therein lies the rub. How, oh HOW will I ever get a coherent thought out of my head? I've got twelve handwritten pages of quotations and questions to myself, and not a sliver of a sentence to be had for it. Jumpin' jesus. If anyone remembers how to write good papers, hit me up. I forgot a loooooong time ago.
*Dear heroin addicts/former heroin addicts/people who care about heroin addicts: please do not give me any grief about this particular analogy -- it's just poetic license. I know life as a junkie is harder than that...the needles, for one thing. Ai.
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