Anxiety, not Angst

I'm gonna do it again. I set up a deadline for myself, a reasonable one. I was going to hammer down, gear up, focus, get moving, I don't even know what to call it anymore. But I was gonna do it. I'd have either the DIABLO II chapter or the HELLBLAZER chapter ready for review by the weekend after Thanksgiving. That was November 4th.

It is now November 29th (as if you hadn't read the timestamp on the post). In the intervening time I was involved in what my boss refers to as "Three weeks of Hell." Before anyone gets some smartass reference to my thesis topic in mind, I already though of that, and no, I can't figure out a plausible way to explain it as 'field research.' Anyway, the Gods of Petroleum came to central Pennsylvania, and any life outside of Oilwork was pushed into Limbo. I have somehow kept up in my Literacy Studies course, had my interview for that internship, and not quite lost my mind to stress in the intervening 24 days.

I have even produced 7 pages on one chapter and 6 on another, but there's isn't an orthodox priest's chance at a Boy Scout Camp that I'll have anything worth the Advisor's examination by tonight. Maybe by Monday. Maybe. I'm hitting the page pretty hard, soon after sending this into the AetherWeb, but if last nights blockage is any indicator I'd have better luck lighting myself on fire and calling it a "Creative Production."

I think I'll wait till tomorrow before I compose the second installment of "I'm not slacking, I'm just not getting anything done" and send it to a disappointed academic parent. I wish I had Adderol--Caffeine ain't gonna touch this. Maybe I'll just send her the link to this page.