Wednesday, April 26, 2006
I am still trying to write conference papers. I am still plugging away at my exam reading list. I am currently being weaned off an anti-anxiety medication that was raising my blood pressure (and thus upping my anxiety) and fighting off intense hypochondriac impulses (am I having a heart attack? Nope, just need to burp). I am enjoying the spring weather and looking forward to the weekend. I would love to have a pint on a patio -- any takers?
I have a theory that lit grad students are innately more susceptible to anxiety/depression than most. Why? We spend so much god-damn time in the books, that's why, and all we do is pick apart, criticize, analyze, etc., such that it's impossible not to transfer some of those mad-ass skillz onto ourselves.
Feel better!! :D