today I don't seem to care so much. if I blow the self-imposed deadline on writing that intro, so be it. if I spend my energy writing my dissertation this next little while and don't have any leftover for the story of my life, so be it. I can write that later.
the problem with "later" of course is that it is not guaranteed but what are you going to do. only so many hours in the day and they go by so quickly now I barely have time to do one thing much less two or more.
ok now I'm starting to feel crappy again.
let's start over. today I will read and then I will go for a long walk as it has stopped raining. tomorrow I'm taking off so I can get my hair cut and do laundry. the next day I am taking off because it is a holiday not that I always observe holidays but this one is secular enough that it does not bother me.
then I will work for a couple of days. maybe then there will be some writing done.
and then next week it's off to the desert for my yearly winter camping. must try not to feel guilty for taking the time to go. what is the matter with me.