To wit: "Next week I will finally be done with a draft of my paper." I have been saying "next week" for over a month now. First there was the moving thing, then the new job thing, then SLAC decided to deactivate my account because I graduated thing. Lots of obstacles were getting between me and my "next week". But finally, my thesis has been condensed down to 9 pages and a draft is complete. Now it is ready for my advisor and his red pen. I feel like I am preparing it for the slaughter, as it will no doubt be returned to me bleeding to death.
As much as I love research, I so don't dig the paper writing portion. The paper always seems to fall short of how cool the data was when we got it. All sentences are transformed from "First we were really pissed that we crossed this threshold, but then we controlled it to our advantage and the beam gained a s**t-ton of energy" to "The beam was able to simultaneously ionize the neutral vapor and drive a large-amplitude wake." See, sucks the fun right out of it.