I've Got to Admit it's Getting Better

In an unwelcome turn, my favorite Mexican lunch place has stopped playing Mexican covers of Creedence and is instead playing crappy easy-listening covers of the Police. How Mexican is that, for fuck's sake?

So anyway, I had to get out of there after I finished my tacos, and now I'm stuck in a coffee shop trying to hammer out the three sentence dissertation abstract for the front page of my CV. Here's how the work goes. I work on a single sentence for half an hour, and then I e-mail it to my supervisor, the Professor. Then the Professor e-mails me back to tell me it blows and to start over. Then I start over. I work on the same sentence for another half hour and e-mail it to the Professor. He e-mails me back to say it blows less, but still blows, so I need to start over. Etc.

I've been working on the same sentence for about five hours now. But it is starting to blow less.