The feeling that there so many brilliant papers already printed out just waiting to be read, but have to be put on hold till pressing deadlines are over. Not so different from the want to plug myself into my sennheisers and enter another world somewhere only we know, but will have to put on hold till pressing deadlines are over.
Actually, my escapist tendencies have merely led to a viscous cycle of more escapism the more my situation becomes unsalvageable.