I finished my paper on HPV (human papillomavirus -- implicated in over 97% of cervical cancers; possibly linked to other cancers of the skin and mucous membranes) and submitted it before the deadline.
I have no idea when or why writing nonfiction got to feeling so damn tedious. I remember when I was working for O'Reilly and thought documenting C News and NNTP in comprehensible English was a fun challenge. These days, writing seems more like extracting blood with a pumice stone. Not only is it painful, messy, and low-yield, it's a nuisance to get the blood out of the keyboard afterwards.
Still, done. So maybe I can be asleep before midnight for a change.