blatherings

blatherings
the shallow side

Reasons to work on my thesis (even when I don't wanna)

Once I am done and before I start working, I will have the time to purge every inch of this condo. I can get rid of kibble, junk and the flotsam and jetsam of life. I will be able to clean every room, every surface, everything that I am keeping because I will have been able to get rid of everything that isn't essential. Even writing that down feels good.
4.4.08 20:48


For C

8.4.08 22:17


For kitty

8.4.08 22:17


yawn. shudder. yawn.

I had a terrible nightmare yesterday morning - something I like, combined with something I want to try going horribly horribly wrong. Lovecraft sort of wrong. And like ol' HP I'm going to say it was a deep terror that cannot be described. I tried yesterday to talk it out, but couldn't because it was just too awful. I realized at about 4 am I was putting off going to bed because of the dream, and while I didn't have any nightmares last night, I woke afraid I was going to have one if I slept any longer. Who the fuck wakes themselves up from a good sleep because of the possibility of a repeat nightmare.
26.4.08 20:50


Where's the last minute?

Once upon a time, I could write a paper the day before it was due. Averaging about an hour a page, I could bang out a B+ and get on with my day. For some reason, that ability has abandoned me, now when I need it the most. I'm one third done what I need to have done for the day, and it is getting late-ish. I'm going to write till dinner arrives, watch a movie to clear the cobwebs from my brain and then I HAVE to bang out the rest of this section, come hell or high water. Which is an appropriate phrase tonight, as we have yet more flooding in our condo.
28.4.08 05:34


powered by
20six.co.uk