I've experienced something in the past week that I haven't had happen since starting grad school. Actually, since before starting grad school. I have, literally and without exaggeration, nothing that I should be working on. I taught a first-session summer class, which is over now, so I have no lectures to attend or office hours to hold. My advisor is out of town until the end of the month, so I can't start my new project until he returns. I can't work on my thesis or manuscript because I'm waiting for comments on the most recent drafts from my committee and my advisor, respectively. My undergrad is at a point where he doesn't need my help anymore, so he's plugging away at the project without me. All the stuff from our old office is in the new office and put away. This... this is a very, very odd feeling. It's actually very unsettling. I've done nothing for the past week but putz around the apartment, watching a lot of television and reading a lot of blogs. I'm bored. I don't like this. It actually makes my anxiety worse, believe it or not. I need a hobby, or a side project, or something. I know that when fall term starts in September, I'll be cursing the fact that I didn't make the most of my free time by doing absolutely nothing, but right now it is actually kinda miserable.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go watch some made-for-TV movie on ABC Family and eat cookies instead of stressing about having to go to the office on Monday. Okay, I guess it isn't so bad.