Morning Rituals

Another day.

I realize that I have fallen into a horrible habit of starting every day by working myself up into a dissertation-related frenzy. ¬†Before I have even had my first sip of coffee, I have already rehearsed numerous hate-filled imaginary diatribes with my advisor, enumerated the litany of reasons I’m over it, as well as imagined various scenarios in which I dramatically quit. ¬†In all these scenarios, I imagine myself mixing eloquence with profanity in a deadly and unarguable cocktail of undisputed rectitude, but in reality, it probably looks something more like this:

At any rate, it occurs to me that this might not be the healthiest way to start my day.