Self-criticism/Self-acceptance

Really want to get this whole PhD thing over and done with, so lately I've been pushing myself to act like some kind of ultra-efficient philosophy machine.

But I'm not a philosophy machine.

I'm David.

I'm frequently dazed, quite nervous, worried about almost everything, chemically altered, a bit posh without any of the obvious benefits, somewhat lazy, obsessed with bread and playing ukulele, and usually quite tired.

All of which is probably better than being a philosophy machine in many ways, and I will almost certainly be healthier and happier (and less likely to do minor structural damage to the buildings I live in) the sooner I come to terms with this.