Spent most of the morning working on the review article draft. Took a break to have lunch only to realise that I had written about 4 studies, just 4 paragraphs. All that time I spent reading, understanding, analysing and paraphrasing only to realise I had not done much.
Atleast it wasn’t too warm or has my body just slowed down along with time? A lag in the system, that it doesn’t detect heat. I guess even my biological clock has slowed down. My metabolism now running similar to that of a sloth’s.
After lunch the rest of the day was spent helping the parents. They have no understanding of the deadline that looms over my head. I’ve decided to just do what I can for now and figure something out later.
My day now ends, at 11:50pm just 10 minutes before the beginning of Friday. Friday feels like another day now, actually all the days feel the same. Everything is merging. I hear bird song outside, guess the birds are confused too.
I have not had dinner for Thursday yet, what better way to start a Friday than with the previous day’s delayed dinner?