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DAY 753: this week I am working on the MRF revision. By now there is nothing substantially new. The only thing left is how to position the paper so that those assholes will buy the story.

I am very frustrated by the process—it is totally a waste of my time. Yet you need to waste your life to get the shit done in order to move ahead.

As long as you are in academic, this is the rate race that you cannot avoid. But is it really worth my life?

Need to think it through after I get this one done.

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I have my existential crisis: I don’t know what’s the next. I am 40, I don’t have a family, and my work sucks. How can I turn around? If love is the one that holds on everything, then I need to move ‚Äčon.