post-Stage 2 proposal blues

I'm suffering from post-Stage 2 proposal blues. Everything seems to weigh very heavy: I think my roommate hates me, that the academic language is biased against clarity, that I'm a non-starter as a PhD student and that - ultimately - my literature review is crap and will result in an early dismissal from these hallowed grounds for me. It doesn't matter that I got sent a lovely present from Go Mag this morning (the cover CD was compiled by me in honour of their 100th issue - I'll write more about that on my other blog shortly) or that I met up with an extremely smart journalism student who wants to intern my forthcoming book or that shortly my life will change out of all recognition again, with the impending birth of our second child...I feel bone-tired, and brain-tired, and unable to be even 1% smart.

Plus, I have 30 first year Digital Journalism background reports to look forward to marking on Friday, and no one responds to this bloody blog anymore because my dialogue is so flat. Fuck it. It's too late to play the music I'd like to play and no one knows I exist.

Man, I gotta snap out of this funk!