I'm doing the grind.
No, not the one you do in nightclubs, all sweaty and ecstatic with the press of bodies.....though i wouldn't mind that grind.
No, not the one with the mixer.
I'm doing the grind that you do in 12th grade. Where grind stands for nose to the grindstone and shoulders to the wheel. Where the only thing you're supposed to come in contact with is the books. Not the good ones (though I'm rereading Shantaram at night). Phy-chem-math.
Surprisingly, it feels good. It kinda drives off the nervousness. And it's great doing differentiation, where everything just falls into place.
so i'll try and keep coming back here as and when i can, but i don't guarantee i'll have much to say........