something's gotta give

If you don't want to read whining, stop here.
In the evenings, I want to have a life. I want to be able to spend two hours watching ANTM without guilt - or, if I feel guilt, it should be guilt at giving attention to the increasingly erratic Tyra Banks. But I feel as though I should spend at least an hour or two every evening looking at secondary sources and typing up notes and writing my paper, because it's becoming increasingly clear that I will need that context soon. But heavens, I give eight hours a day to this time in the archives, and I would like to spend some of that time typing and reading secondary sources. Yes, yes, I know. But it's stupid for me to feel stressed-out and behind on what is, essentially, a working vacation. It took some considerable effort to talk myself out of bed this morning in anything like a reasonable mood. Which is why I'm deliberately planning to be about half an hour late this morning, thanks to spending 20 minutes on the computer while eating some breffa (no vanilla Kashi in Florida, so far as I've seen, but honey nut Cheerios are a tasty substitute).