I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind

All I can say today is guh.  Or ugh.  Certainly not hug.  

I think I'm delirious.

I submitted the draft of my dissertation chapter to my advisor yesterday morning (26 hours late) with apologies that it sucked so hard.  I got up yesterday to discover that I had no real anxiety about the tardiness of the paper nor the suckage factor, and this is slightly troublesome because I need a certain level of good old-fashioned panic to accomplish such tasks.  I need the imminent threat of failure (which is anything less than an A, typically) to motivate me - whether it's genuine or neurotic.  Alas, I have none of this and today, at 38 minutes past 7 in the morning, the day AFTER my other paper was due, I sit and blog sans coffee, fighting the desire to return to my bed until I have to teach this afternoon.  I simply could not care less about this paper and something needs to happen to get it written.  

I've already tried waiting it out to see if it will write itself, by the way.