Sick, but true. I find I can't work at a reasonable pace. Either I'm slacking off, and for all intents look like an incompetent retard, or else, I'm in crisis

Sick, but true. I find I can't work at a reasonable pace. Either I'm slacking off, and for all intents look like an incompetent retard, or else, I'm in crisis mode and will do whatever it takes. Unfortunately, after crisis mode, I'm burnt out for a week. There's an amazing feeling of monastic purity to working no-holds-barred on a problem, though. It's simplifying. No life -- no worries! That and the adrenaline rush of looking into the abyss and then finding some way around, or over.