Thoughts from the Post-Scriptum

my research and i have a peculiar relationship, it has many facets to it that sometimes mix and melt into one another

some days we're in an abusive relationship and my research is the trucker in a dirty undershirt.
other times i'm a negligent parent who is ignoring their crying research baby.
then we are the newlywed couple who fuck like rabbits and don't leave the honeymoon suite.

right now i'm feeling an odd confluence between abused housewife and negligent parent. whenever i sit down to write or read my research looks up at me angrily and tells me how insufficient i am. it yells at me and says horrible things. then when i procrastinate by sitting in front of the television with gillian because we are both too hungover to move i can hear my research crying.

what the fuck?

i know.