Edit, Edit, Edit

I've been writing like a mad woman for the past two months.  Now I'm in the editing phase.  This phase is much less rewarding than the writing phase.  There are no massive word counts to show for the hours of work--just an aneurism from reading my poorly written drafts.  It is sightly disheartening.  But I'm trying to stay motivated with embarrassing music selections on my Pandora and Dr Peppers!

On a completely random note: I watched Rudy last night; why are there no inspirational PhD movies?