Monday, 18 May 2009

The laptop is now repaired with expensive and gaudy "official" parts. Pah.

I was getting quite used to staggering onto campus, snaffling my way through a fistful of caffeine pills (fistful being an antiquated form of Imperial measurement meaning a numerical value equal to "many", "plenty" or "slightly more than is in a tube of smarties"), and then snarling at anyone who came within seven feet of me.

Sure, I was forgetting to eat. Sure, my essays alternated in bi-polar fashion between thekindofscrawlwrittenbysomeonefastapproachingthesoundbarrier and that other state I like to type angrily in (inebriated). Sure, I could actually feel the years being shaved off my life. But it was a system, goddammit.

Anyway, yes. Only Norse to bulk out now, then the process of editing my scrawl re-commences in earnest. 1,500 word-pounds to pile on. Making the sentences even vaguely legible and comprehensible is the real challenge.

Actually, that's a lie. CARING is the real challenge. Must. Defeat. Last. Hurdle. Of. Apathy...

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