Sigh. Today makes a grand total of five days spent not working on the dissertation. I need some incentive. It's just so easy, with the library half a block from my house, to check out mystery novels and read six in a day. I need someone to remind me that I have deadlines to meet! I was warned that my ludic reading would be a huge procrastination/dodge when I went into grad school. I scoffed, but I should have listened. It's just so nice to be able to curl up in a quilt and figure out the solution of a mystery in the first 50 pages of a novel. It makes me feel much smarter than working on this frustrating part of Chapter 3 in the diss. In fact, Chapter 3 makes me feel like a simpleton. I know so little about methodology.
Actually, that's not true. The problem is that I view these methods as common sense. However, since I am a lowly grad student, I must find "real" scholars to back me up when I defend my thematic sorting analysis. This takes time and means I have to read really, really, really awkwardly written books by a professor who hates me (I'll tell that story sometime later). I try to read her work, but it literally puts me to sleep. Seriously, I've tried to read this one chapter six times now, and each time I fall asleep and wake up several hours later with the book imprinted on my face. Sigh.
Tomorrow is another day. Perhaps I'll make a dress out of this book when I've finished it. Better than green curtains, surely.
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