Feeling a little better after yesterday's outburst.

I'm in the office, trying to rewrite journal articles. Rejected journal articles, to be submitted elsewhere.

I do not like rewriting. I especially do not like rewriting and then sending it to my co-author and having him not like what I've rewritten. Frankly, at this point I don't know if it's just that I'm not a very good academic writer, or if I have slogged over this article so many times that it's coming to resemble the stew you frantically throw together out of leftovers from the back of the fridge when it's the end of the month and your T.A. stipend is all spent...
I don't know if at this point I should just flush the whole thing and start again from scratch. But that's painful, looking at all those many hours of work for naught.

I don't like to rip knitting for the same reason.

I am in here instead of doing what I wanted to do last night, which was an extensive fall cleaning of my house. I did start a bit - I moved back to my 'original' bedroom, the one I left when the whole House Full of Buffoons fiasco began. Now, that house is up for sale, so for at least I while, I can use the big bedroom again as a quiet sleeping-place.

also, it stays chillier on winter nights, and I like that for sleeping. Also, my parents are coming down for Thanksgiving and I want to have them use the "guest" bedroom (the one I had been sleeping in) because it does stay warmer, and because it is less, shall we say, idiosyncratically decorated than my "real" bedroom.

So I did that much, and began the (extensive) cleaning of my sewing room. But then I came in here, feeling the need to at least put in an appearence ((*$&%$# demons). I've told myself I will work until 1:30 pm local time, or whenever I begin to feel hungry, and then I will stop and go home and eat and clean.