I'm tired of reading about Germany's paramilitary politics.
I'm tired of not being finished this thesis, so long after I was expecting to be done.
I'm tired of wasting so much time, and of days flying by while I feel like I've barely achieved anything.
I'm frustrated as a result of dealing with the History Department secretary, who is convinced that Dr. B's plan for me defending my thesis well before my wedding is an inexperienced pipe dream, and tried to make me expect to not be able to defend until the fall, even December. She seemed unreasonably pessimistic to me, and I chose not to believe her at the time, but now I'm getting myself worried.
I'm tired of this picky work, where I'm going all over the place and reading a book on politics here, a diary there, a section on cynicism there. My head can't balance all of these, and I'm confusing myself.
I'm tired of feeling like I've somehow lost the ability to write. I'm also tired of having to come back to sections that I wrote ages ago, and where I feel like I have to utterly re-learn that section.
I'm tired and frustrated tonight. I got some work done, but I feel like I wasted a lot of the evening. I probably need sleep. I'll have better perspective in the morning. I also get to go to the chiropractor tomorrow, which will make me feel good, although it will make me worried that I'm wasting precious time.