Academic Bender

In that I got my Ph.D. dissertation defense date set, I figured that it might be a good idea to actually start writing the dissertation. After obsessing about the fundamental concepts and nuanced out workings of my topic, reading a stack of journal articles taller than your average third grader, and editing five other dissertations in various unrelated areas, I thought this would go smoothly, but alas, not so much. All I need are the phrases "I Heart Molecules" and "Tommy has Cuties" for this dissertation to read like the scrawled note of an ADHD addled school girl. Who knew that the simple act of regurgitating your work over the past four years in an organized sensible manner would be so painful. No wait, regurgitate = puke, like after an alcohol fueled bender. Ah, there is the connection. Sorry about the rant. Please return to your normal duties. I have an academic hang-over to clear-up.