WARNING! This post contains what most people would consider to be TMI. Consider yourself warned. The author will not take responsibility for disturbing imagery that might appear in your minds if you read on.

That’s gotta be one of the hardest papers I’ve ever written. Sure, the theory and the empirics was child’s play, eight pages done in some three hours, and not too badly, either. But the methodology and the actual analysis? I’m not sure if I’d understand it under the best of circumstances, and so when I painted myself into the proverbial corner and had to write and think about the crap while almost fainting from lack of sleep and hunger?

Let’s just say that this is the first time I’ve ever fallen asleep on the crapper, and that no matter how much my legs hurt when I woke up after twenty minutes (!!!), it was actually more tempting to remain seated than it was to go back to my room to work.

In short, this has got to be one of the worst papers I’ve ever turned in, and I’ll be surprised if I pass it. And it’s all my fault.

Sigh. I wish I could bottle the way I felt an hour ago, and drink a sip or two of it every time I thought about procrastinating while working on a paper…

(Still, it’s funny how things can change in just 36 hours…)