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It's so weird how for the past few months, since finishing what I consider to be a reasonable draft needing only small improvements before I think people should sign off on it, my brain keeps saying, "Oh, god, I do not want to work on my dissertation, I am so sick of it, I want to do something else." Yet every time I open it to work on it, as I'm doing now, turning a chapter into a journal article, it resumes being the most interesting thing in my world, as it always has been.
Weird.
Weird.