I was So fed up with the editing work for MRM group proposal. Any mention of literature review and i will scream. Anymore cutting out words and i will puke. My precious....my work, but i was forced to perform autopsies on it. Minusing the private feelings i have for my parts, i now know vaguely how a surgeon feels like.
From brawling and wailing and stressing, I finally suffered from the negative consequences of Overexposure -- not to TV or any media, but to the constant scanning of our own work. I'm So fed up of it, of research methods, or researchers' studies, of definitions and all tat tiring piece of shit and crap.
Sleep is my best medicine now when i'm in such a growchy mood.