Like a piece of old (yummy) cheese.
My brain is FRIED. Not that I'm really complaining about James -- he can be a helpful, conversational thesis partner -- but after writing about 9 out of the 11 pages of our related literature, I think I deserve a rest next week from the literature revision. The only problem is, writing an intense paper for me is like a cheese. It ripens better as it gets moldier over time. And so every day that goes by that I think about our thesis, the more things I want to put in it and the more I itch to write lengthier parts.
I feel sick in the head.
I feel sick in the head.