And now, right on schedule, a freak out about my paper:

This thing sucks. It's no good, it's just crappy paragraphs strung together to meet a requirement, and I'm going to be so not satisfied with it. But it'll get done... I hope. Argh. Stop being distracted!

I suck, I'm not smart, I'm tired and stressed and I still have a few billion of these damn things to churn out. Argh!

Thank you, that has been a freak out about my paper. We now return you to your regularly scheduled whining about how I'm not getting laid or whatever.