Sobriquet 57.10

I think writing the last chapter on Disgrace took more out of me than I had initially assumed. I mean, I knew was more ragged around the edges that I had been in some time, but wow: the past few days I have been trying to work on an academic side project, as I do from time to time, and I have been positively miserable. Like a petulant child, I feel like stomping my feet and shouting I doan' wanna! at the top of my lungs every time I look at the screen. I have made some headway with the project, but I wish I had more patience than I do at the moment. Instead of taking my time, calmly working my way through it, I just want to be done with it. Since it took me such a long time to complete the last chapter, I did not really have much of a summer vacation and, with school starting very soon, I suppose part of my difficulty stems from the fact that I want to enjoy a break before resuming my teaching duties. Thus, there's some misplaced resentment aimed at what is, actually, a very nice project to be working on. The timing is just terrible. But that's grad school sometimes. You work until you cannot work any more, then you work some more. Then school starts and you work even more and, somehow, you make progress. That's what I have got to remember: you either do or you do not do and you can only complain if you do do. And, believe me, I intend to enjoy the privilege :)

Now, before I hit the hay, I'm going to do a bit of work and try to read a few pages of Slow Man.

For tomorrow: Read.