nothing particularly coherent, profound to say

I'm sitting at my desk, with my headphone on listening to some Jazz courtesy of LastFM and fantastising about that pizza slice I'm going to have for lunch. I'm going to be at my desk until at least 6pm today because I have a deadline. One I can't really meet, but one I have to. I've been back in the UK for just over a month and in that time I've created, designed, produced a series of workplans, monthly and daily activity schedules all in a bid to help me meet my deadlines. I've discarded most of these timekeeping and work scheduling aids - fuck do they really help? I'm still behind so they can't possiblity be doing their job, right? Anyway - onward, onward I go. Still with analysis, still trying to make sense of my data at a grounded, almost surface level and then also at a more abstracted, metalevel - and then how to present both these levels of analysis, how to make choices about what to include, what not to include, how to let go of my 'little darlings' (those lovely photographs of a student drawing or an interaction in a class or dialogue in an interview that shows the wonderful interaction I had with my participants). And still the deadline looms as I try to make sense and craft a piece of writing that matches the expectations of 'others' completely disconnected from my research but with such power and authority that their opinions and idiosyncrasies have to be tolerated. Ok that pizza slide with my name on it,is waiting!