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Every now and then, usually when I'm writing a paper, I wonder to myself why (oh why!?!?) the hell do I want to go into academics anyway. I really dislike writing papers. I like the research and the finding out new shit part. And I like thinking about cool things (like Roman Britain), but when I have to smush it down onto the page my brain just rebels. And I get sick, or I go completely brain dead. Because NO! These ideas can't fit into the boundaries of an eight and a half by eleven sheet of paper. They're nebulous and far reaching. Whole towns buried under piles of dirt and thousands of years of other people's lives.
If I smash my head against the keyboard will all my thoughts get into the word document?
I almost have 6 pages. Here is me 1/4 of the way done. Chugging tea and cough drops.
If I smash my head against the keyboard will all my thoughts get into the word document?
I almost have 6 pages. Here is me 1/4 of the way done. Chugging tea and cough drops.