Feeling a little bruised from forcing myself into work tonight. Nothing is flowing easily, and I feel all blocked up. Perhaps it is because, mentally, I feel ready to be done this dissertation, so cajoling my brain into coming up with more on the topic is like pulling up tree stumps.
I admit defeat tonight, however; while I managed to write a few bits and pieces, I think I'd better spend a bit of time just doing some extra on-topic reading, in the hopes that I feel more like it tomorrow.
Tonight, it feels like the squid is simply out of ink.
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