i have come to a place where i have intense feelings about my thesis for the research grant. i hate it. i loathe it. i detest it.

this presents a problem. in general i have raised procrastination to an art form to be looked at with awe. i have perfected my craft. and this is when i don't mind the project.

i don't mind the topic specifically, just the way that i proposed approaching it. i thought i was clever combining two discourses.

now what? my plan is to continue the research and hope that something springs from the pages, bites me in the ass and screams, "over here! right here is the perfect thesis and i have been here all along while you were dilly-dallying and lollygagging about!"

it might work. or i might become world renown for my procrastinating.