Handed in a paper for a conference. I rushed parts of it and so I kind of hope it gets rejected so I can re-do it correctly. Going to have a talk with my advisor about realistic deadlines because I'd rather not repeat this experience.
Now I'm updating the related literature part of a paper that ought to have been published 4 years ago, but at least that work doubles as reading for another project I'm helping to run. Fortunately I'm still proud of the work in this paper even after everything I've learned since I wrote it!
My advisor wants to change my research direction to something more...pragmatic? primarily so I can publish some more and graduate. I'm not sure how I feel about that, but graduating does sound pretty nice.
I realized recently that over the past year, for the first time in 15 years, I've had long stretches of time where I'm not even passively suicidal (and not because I'm distracted by some sort of accomplishment or just too busy to feel anything). What the hell. This is so nice. Is this what it's like all the time for some people?