[sighs]

the more i think about it, the truer it seems: my thesis year and those workaholic hours i kept were just the beginning.

in that last semester of graduate school, i remember very little except the general routine:

i woke up tired, drank coffee, tried to concentrate on what chapter and section i was writing at the time.

every so often a lemma doesn't work in the middle of my LaTeχ. i panick and curse, set aside the machine and think.

eventually something works .. by 1am or so.

all week i've been writing up results. it's nowhere near the pace that i worked, when writing my thesis, but there are other complications ..

.. like teaching two classes with two different preps, one of which i've never taught before.

then there are office hours.

there are always students at my office hours. they're nice enough, but admittedly, i could use the time for writing ..

i just never have any time anymore. all i seem to do is work and worry about work, and nothing ever gets accomplished.