I spent the last week moaning and groaning about what a miserable student I was. I seem to fall into the procrastination and self-destruction trap fairly easily. But then, Sunday I somehow found my voice and all of a sudden made huge progress.
Today's been good as well. I've written 300 words (too bad they don't count for InaDWriMo 2008!) and I'm checking things off the to-do list. I've got more writing today and then a stack of grading to get through. I should probably also do mundane things like laundry and housekeeping before Husband gets home. He's been back with his family for a funeral, so the house is a disaster.
The day is going well. I might actually be able to do this PhD thing.
A 2nd year PhD student, a couple thousand mile move, a neurotic cat, and a loyal husband. Doesn't that sound like fun?