Fractionals

So I'm cleaning my room, and going through an old box of stuff I find two papers I wrote in March, 2004 (that'd be the fourth and penultimate year of my BA). I got an A- for "Metaphysical Nothing and Logical Nothing: An Investigation of Heidegger's Conception of Nothingness," and an A for "Bad Faith and the Despairing Self: Conflicts Between Sarte's Anguish and Kierkegaard's Despair" (no number grade for either, at least on the papers). The comments from both professors are very flattering, especially in retrospect. I remember both papers, and although certainly writing them was kind of a pain in the butt (as writing any paper for school is), my overriding impression of them is how much I enjoyed them, and how smoothly they came out.

This is actually pretty depressing, considering how much doing philosophy work has felt like pulling teeth the last year or so. I used to love this stuff! Reading over the papers, I still love this stuff! Why has it gotten so hard? Do philosophy and I need to break up for a while?