I've been working since about 9 am today, and I am still yet to actually write anything. Rather, I have written a great deal, but it has been corrections and notes on what I need to fix. In short, everything.
But, on the bright side, at least I know what needs doing now. Everything. Fuck.
I have organised as much as I can, and have printed out results to put them in order and to scribble on them and such; I know that I need to check up on what I did to get several results, and I know that one set of results is fucked beyond my ability to fix by myself (I'm not sure which sets data it is that I need to graph, I only know that the sets I have plotted are not correct). But all in all I am not happy.
I skipped out on training today, which is probably a good thing, but I feel bad about it too. I mean, I know I have a whole bunch of other stuff I need to be doing today, and I know that my focus would not have been nearly enough to make it worth my while, but I still feel like I've let people down.
I think the fact that I chose to attempt a PhD is the best evidence to date that I am a fucking moron.