You know when you’ve been working on, say, a thesis chapter for so long it feels like you were still in diapers when you started and you’ll be back in diapers by the time you finish?
And you know when you’re in the middle of this eternal torture, and you’re trying to find the right words–enough words–to just fucking finish the goddamn thing?
And you know when you are reading, reading, reading, doing all the research your brain can handle, in order to help you find these words?
And then you find them–except they’ve already been written by some freakin’ expert?
And better than you could’ve written it?
And much more concise?
Welcome to my Thursday morning.