Date: 23 February 2010 22:15:54
Today I went into uni rather than work (this has been planned for a while, using up some annual leave). I had a good chat with a fellow PhD writer-upper, who reminded me (this was a rehash of a regular conversation we had, but I'd not seen her for a few months) how the PhD process seems to be as infused with guilt as any religion. However much work you do, you're convinced you haven't done enough. However much work you do, everyone else seems to have done more. However interesting and original your research is, it's contrived and unoriginal compared with everyone else. "Good enough" is never good enough. No wonder it's stressful.
In other, utterly unrelated news, after only a few days off the chocolate and alcohol I have so many zits I look horrific! If you see someone driving round Glasgow tomorrow with a paper bag over their head, you'll know who it is.