I think I might've benefited today from being married. I would have had someone to pick up the slack taking care of Michael and I would've had someone around to keep me on track with this paper. I sure hope Michael really is going to appreciate this sacrifice we're both making now of my having to spend entire days where I can just barely manage to feed him and meet his most basic needs. I always feel guilty later when I've had to shush him while I'm deep in thought. I usually try to confine that kind of study to when he's asleep or at school, but occasionally I can't help it overlapping family time.

I love research and I love this topic, but I'm beginning to think my problem here is that I've chosen to cover WAY too wide a subject because getting this thing focused and organized is right now the bane of my existence. I don't usually have this much trouble, this is killing me.

I might also have spared myself a tremendous amount of pain and panic (you know, those guys from Disney's Hercules?) if I'd done more work on it before now. But no, I didn't make it easy on myself. Which is another weird thing. Usually I do.

Just look at how much I've blogged in the past two days! Would you look? Apparently I can write endless volumes about everything else on the planet. What is wrong with me?

I am soooooo going to watch TV like a big dog and read nothing but fiction after this. I've watched less TV in the past two weeks than I usually do in the course of one day (well, a weekend day - and I'm including weekends here!).

:::oh good, the dog is barking again... God, my neighbors suck:::