10
It’s been quite a productive day, eh? I feel like I’ve been working nonstop. There’s a trajectory of zone-ness. Avoidance, then heart-pounding timeloss, an overwhelming sense of largeness, and lastly warm optimism. I’ve been feeding off warm optimism all night, watching PBS and pottering through some of my essay. There’s something wonderful about an approaching deadline, like you’ve been cursed with a pox, and you’re about to finally see the doctor. Maybe you don’t like the doctor, but you know that after you see him, you’ll finally be better. I’m ready to be cured of my deadlines. And I’m ready to drain my head of the swelling ideas – encephalitus of the research organ. The looming possibility of acheivement and satisfactory performance. 10 more days.