I’m up to page 14 on my Early Modern Britain seminar paper, and I cannot believe how burnt out I am. I have never been this bad before. It’s been stuck at the same paragraph for hours now. Part of me wants to go home an hour early just so I can stop looking at it, but I know that when I get home, it’s waiting for me, because it’s due (first draft) next Wednesday.
Tomorrow our foster dog goes back.