How extraordinary to feel productive once again! What satisfaction can be found in accomplishment! I’ve decided to aim for a good school, an exquisite school. I don’t think that my efforts are truly work, nor do I find arid labor in what I am required to do. I enjoy what I do, thoroughly and sincerely.

Blunt criticism about my work doesn’t batter, bruise, or deter me nearly as much as I thought it would. It is painful to look back at five hours’ work the next day and question what you were thinking and what illicit drugs you were under the influence of at that time. It is unpleasant to find what was once a novel, brilliant idea to be simply and utterly asinine. The sting of criticism, however, is what distinguishes the ideas of an individual.

How exciting.