Paying for the privilege is kind of BDSM. Y/N?

[pearwaldorf]

My usual strategy for dealing with grad school stress freakout is to step back, breathe, and ask myself if I'd really want to be doing anything else. Normally the answer is of course not, but this week, the answer is an emphatic hell fucking yes. I was not expecting the "OMG WTF am I doing I should just quit and go back to a mindnumbing little job I can leave at the end of the day" demons to rear their heads so quickly. Part of it is poor planning and the consequence of decisions I made to slack off for most of Thanksgiving weekend, but it is also partly a big gigantic pile of deadline suck. But I will manage. Just one step at a time.

(My secret coping strategy of the moment is telling myself WWID? What would Ivanova do? Yes I have been watching too much Babylon 5. Shut up, it works.)

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[cow.livejournal.com]

Re: subject: N. That, you don't have to pay for. :D

I'm actually right there with you, especially with everything else going on. A big part of my problem was that I was planning on using this to help me emigrate, and, well, there goes that motivation.

(Ivanova would skip second year, or fifth season, or whatever.)