I'm researching my paper on sexual abuse in Western Tantric Buddhism. I'm actually just putting off writing the two little papers I have due tommorrow on Nietzche and Kierkegard. I don't mind the Western philosophers but I'd much rather be working on my languages or working on my thesis area. Every day I ask myself why I'm doing what I'm doing and if it the smart thing to do. Maybe I should just go into law or something and make some money some day. Then I stop feeling sorry for myself and do a little work and realize that I realy am passionate about what I'm doing and it gives me renewed motivation to continue. I can't wait to be done my course work and start my thesis. Once that's done the fun part, field work, which means traveling. My dreams sustain me, without them I think I would collapse into apathy and self destruction. Oh well, back to work. 