Unpacking it All: A PhD Journal

Tonight is the fall gathering for the PhD program. A bunch of faculty members and my classmates will be there. Not to mention the professor whose work I've been putting off and I definitely don't owe them any assignments as of right now... I totally do. Oh Lord. How am I supposed to look them in the face knowing that I haven't done what I was supposed to do? The guilt will most definitely add to the knot in my stomach caused by all this anxiety. We'll go for a little, socialize because socializing is important, and then go home and get some work done on that lit review. No problem. Plus, it's still early! Plenty of time to make progress before the event tonight.

Yeah, they've been mocking me. I haven't gotten anything done. It's like they know. When did these damn boxes become sentient? I've been trying to force myself to spend a little time every day unpacking. Why does it feel so impossible to do???? I had to pack them. They used to have a place, all of the things inside of them. And yet...they are just sitting there in the corner.