Holy Smokes guys. I have three weeks left of my master's program. And three papers due in those weeks, one of which I have been attempting to complete for the past 4 hours.
I have two paragraphs completed.
Motivation is pretty much gone. I haven't had almost-done-itis this bad since, well, I don't think I've ever had it this bad, even in undergrad.
My full review of A Discovery of Witches should be up soon, as will a review of my Nook that is going to be here in a day or too. Yes, I have succumbed to the dark side. I was very much against getting an e-reader of any sort as I absolutely love all of the sensory 'extras' I get while reading an actual book. And how are my future house's built in book shelves going to look with no books in them because they're all on mah Nook?
But no, careful consideration ensued and I think I will like it :)
Okay, back to writing about Carl Jung and Carl Rogers and psychotherapy. Hooray.