do all the unnecessary things, watch all the rubbish stuff, saturate myself with all thrash, so that I feel I have to do something with my brain,
I have nothing left but to work for the dissertation
Im watching the only way is essex now, trying to coming to terms that phd is long, alone, (sometimes) boring process, and planning to start working on the paper I will present at the conference.
At some point I need to work for the transfer presentation as well, I have 20 days.
The most crucial point at the moment is to make myself spend time with myself. Im a hard company to get on with, I cannot blame anyone even myself.
so I will get used to the idea that I need to listen to myself (maybe some ghostly others/authors of the books I am referencing)to be able to sit, stare at the computer screen, combine the words I have scattered here and there for the paper that focuses on artist as ethnographer, orientalist or*and the truth teller.
I would like to thank stella artois and cipra lex for their efforts in keeping me upright, and despise my monthly headaches for catching me always at the wrong times and nailing me down. Special thanks for my March period, that took half of my march with deep depression,fatigue, and whatever negative you can imagine...
from me to the deepest void over there