I hate how every minute I’m not reading something I’m supposed to read, or writing something I’m supposed to write, or grading something I’m supposed to grade is a minute that I’m thinking of all the things I’m supposed to be reading, writing, and grading. I could be watching The Gilmore Girls, say, or listening to Radiohead, or practicing scales on my beloved new guitar, or playing chess with L, or brushing the knots out of my perpetually knotted 17-year-old Persian cat, or reading something for pleasure (which I vaguely remember doing once), or chatting on IM with any number of people, but noooooooo! I have work to do.
And honestly, I can’t tell if I’m just exceptionally bad at managing my time or if this is what it’s like for everyone with an academic job.
Update: I’m just being a big baby. The world is too much with me.