I'm having one of those days where I just need to recover. I have one very large and massive thing yet to accomplish which will take the entirety of the rest of this month. In addition I have two smaller things which are mostly complete but are not actually complete and will probably need some revision yet. I can just about see the light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe.
Yesterday I got off to my supervisor my first draft of my conference paper. I felt like it was probably pretty poor. I mean, it's not poor, but it's not very well structured. A bit all over the place. I have been working on it straight for five days. That included all weekend where we had some of the best weather ever. What was I doing? I was inside working on this fucking paper.
But I got it off. So that's good. It's in a format that is at least most of the way there, even if there are major sorts of revisions. I don't care. That's easier than writing it to begin with. So today I should have jumped right in and started on my next massive report. But I can't find the motivation and it's very hard to just switch your brain around like that. I try to focus on one topic which means remembering all sorts of references and details about it. And now I need to switch to an entirely different research topic which means I need to get all into it and re-familiarize myself with all of those references as opposed to the ones that are currently in my head.
So basically today I am not being productive at all and although I'm at my industrial partner's office I'm having a self imposed break in order to give my brain a chance to prepare for the next big task. To be fair, I will end up with a week more than what I thought I had at this rate anyway, and while I believe that I will absolutely need that entire week, I'm still a little bit ahead of the game, so I think it's okay to take a day off.
That's what the hare thought too, huh? Whatever.
Life is otherwise not all that interesting. I had a first meeting date with a guy off a dating website. I wasn't sure about him. Too many differences I think. Maybe I'm just not in the right sort of place to be dating. It does seem to come in cycles. I'm in a very down cycle about the whole thing again. It's better to not push myself in which case. I just have too much stuff going on that I have very little patience for things that aren't right or aren't making me happy.
Alternately, I have loads of patience and squeezed in time for people that do make me happy, seeing as how social activities and friendships are probably the only thing that gets me through these fucking tedious days. Oh and next week, we can also say that chocolate will be helping as well, seeing as it's the chocolate unwrapped thing I went to last year where you could eat your weight in chocolate for all under a tenner. Good deal. See, as long as I have things to look forward to, I can handle this.
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