The wall that is my thesis is finally settling in on a large portion of my mind. I have little interest to do anything else but get it over with, but at the same time I fine a desert in front of me and an uncanny sense that I really don’t know what the hell I’m going. My temper is short and I find myself in amazement over how inane and worthless everyday conversation is.
Really this is a horrible and inhuman state that I am entering. For example, last night on the way home I was snarled at by a little yappy dog, the ones about the size as a football, and I told it to “fuck off.” This is going to get worse before it gets better. On the elevator ride down the cafeteria of the medical school it was a about all I could do from yelling “SHUT THE FUCK UP if you don’t have anything relevant to say” at the top of my lungs. So for anyone who knows me and is reading this it might be best to stay away for awhile (until after April 14th would be a good date) or consider yourself warned that I will be short-tempered, intolerant, cynical, bitter, and generally an unpleasant person for the next few months. And for God’s sake, if you’re in the library with me keep those candy wrapper and snack food bags that make the crinkle noises away from my ear. Corduroy pants are another no-no as well.
I really hate the writing phase. It just plan sucks cock in a bad way, ie using too much teeth.
