Ouch, My Head

Surprisingly, things are not going that badly. I hit rock bottom on Saturday and my girlfriend sat me down to figure out why I have accomplished nothing in three weeks (not counting a feeble 2,000 word introduction to my paper.) We hashed it out and the issue seems to be internet addiction combined with laziness. 

Ok, the discussion was a little deeper than that, but the long and the short of it is that I had better wake the fuck up and take control of things before my career ends up in the dump. What career? 

Since then, I have had some highs and lows but I am cobbling together a draft of my paper that may not be too awful. My girlfriend has agreed to read it before we go away for her birthday on Saturday night. 

This is risky because the biggest fights we have ever had resulted from her reading my work. I can be an insecure ass, especially when somebody suggests I don’t know what I’m talking about (I don’t.) But I prefer denial. 

One person who doesn’t prefer denial is my supervisor who tells me I suck every time I give him anything. Sometimes he does this directly, sometimes subtly. Once I wrote him a long e-mail about Nikolai Bukharin, trying to work something out and asking for his opinion. He replied, “you don’t need to worry about Bukharin.” My girlfriend said I was an idiot for asking in the first place. 

In any case, I push forward, I keep plugging. 

Also, title refers to the fact that I need Tom Petty tickets and there are none to be found. Of course, I had some in the eleventh row on the day they went on sale. But then I felt remorse about spending 300 dollars I don’t have and abstained. I’m an idiot.