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Bloody Sunday
02.08.04 (7:09 pm)   [edit]
I use to love Sundays. I'd wake up rested and if I got up early enough I'd head out to church or go to the supermarket while everyone else was at church. No lines! WOOT! I'd read the sunday paper. All 1868 pages of it. Well most of it anyway. I'd clip coupons and my toe nails. I'd make a large breakfast of eggs and sausage or bacon and toast or ham and pancakes. I'd sort through my laundry and smell the fabric softner. Or I would do absolutely nothing. I'd lay in bed on my back in a star position and stare at the cracks on the ceiling and imagine what it must be like to be Pamela Anderson's left breast - a hard-as-nails flotation device.

Now I hate Sunday. I'm so wound up now about my dissertation and getting work done during the week that all I can think about on Sunday is Monday, and then Tuesday, and then Wednesday etc. I can't relax. It might seem like I'm relaxing on the couch but I'm really worried about what will happen in the week. Will I make a breakthrough, will I get enough done? At the same time I am sick with regret about the week that's gone. I'm cursing my own futile efforts. No breakthrough. I didn't work hard enough. I wasted time. What I've done so far is shite!

Yeah, Sunday evening sucks.
 


posted by: Joolie (reply)
post date: 02.09.04 (5:20 am)

And I haven't even been online to give you an excuse not to work either! Sorry Nat my pute is really playing up recently! I'm thinking about you though....Joolie xxx



posted by: lynne (reply)
post date: 02.09.04 (6:33 am)

Hang in there Nat. Everyone I know who has had to write one of those things seems to go through the same thing. Sometimes what helps me when I get stressed out about something like that is to make small goals. Like, instead of getting an A in a class, I make my goal something else like going to class and turning all the assignments in on time no matter what. Is there some small goal you could make for the just the upcoming week. You know, change the goal. Instead of having a break through for the dissertation, make your goal something like "I will go to work every day this week" This works because even though you are stuck right now, if you just hang in there, you will find yourself getting unstuck all on your own.

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