merc season post-morten debrief

with only 1 more merc to write and all the pressure of house hunting behind me, it seems like a fitting time to blog away on recent tries and trepidations me as a human have experienced. looking back on the afternoon browsing/morning napping PHD days of yesterday, the busy lifestyle afforded to me now indeed must seem like a far cry. i've achieved the miraculous feat of doing more than 15 full flavoured reports/essay this semester without accurate counting, and i believe there's more than 5000 bucks in there. the true after taste of doing excessive amount of mercenary writing is different to any other sense of tiredness or drunkness (not that i'm familiar with that one) i've ever experienced before. with improvement resilience to merc-induced tiredness i am better positioned now to weather through post-merc slump. the encompassing feeling of over-merc symdrone (i just gave it a name didn't i) express itself as follows

1. rapid tiredness - it's 9:30 and you can't keep your eyes open. blood is rushing out of your brain at a truly alarming rate.

2. hatred - that's right baby, pure and simple hate of writing

3. idea drain - no meaningful and constructive formulation can coherently flow out of your consciousness anymore. your brain develops a shield against taking in or giving out any thought on any material you just read

4. vow of never again - which invariably falls under monetary incentives when future offers flow in...

thankfully the holiday season and thus the long hiatus in merc writing will arrive upon us with no huge merc until may/june next time. this is a time of regroup! and learning and gearing for better life in the nextyear.