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Dispatches from an uncivilized outpost
Previous post notwithstanding, being home over break has not entirely obliterated my ability to form sentences that have at least a passing acquaintance with coherency, although they would not necessarily be asked to feed coherency's cat, if you get my drift.
However, it has apparently sapped me of all those inconvenient urges to write that were plaguing me as I tried to complete my other assignments and/or stay awake during the past, say, month or so. I just can't win, can I? Perhaps I should have attended a university strictly for the purpose of having something to flunk out of while I wrote copious amounts instead, rather than one where I actually mean to do well.
At any rate, I have been working on my website instead, and very nearly finished my shameless abuse of the book metaphor, leaving me only the task of coding my very own fics what I never got around to coding because I am just that lazy. Also, perhaps, my F.A.Q/explanatory essay/masturbatory prose could stand to at least reach the stage in their relationship where coherency would drop by without calling first. Then again, it could very well stay as it is now. I shall see.
My mother is taking me to the doctor tomorrow to see if perhaps we can do something about the "being bloody tired all the time and also eating everything in sight and putting on rather alarming (at least, to me) amounts of weight" problem. That would be helpful, as well.
The week is still young here. I shall hie myself to bed.
However, it has apparently sapped me of all those inconvenient urges to write that were plaguing me as I tried to complete my other assignments and/or stay awake during the past, say, month or so. I just can't win, can I? Perhaps I should have attended a university strictly for the purpose of having something to flunk out of while I wrote copious amounts instead, rather than one where I actually mean to do well.
At any rate, I have been working on my website instead, and very nearly finished my shameless abuse of the book metaphor, leaving me only the task of coding my very own fics what I never got around to coding because I am just that lazy. Also, perhaps, my F.A.Q/explanatory essay/masturbatory prose could stand to at least reach the stage in their relationship where coherency would drop by without calling first. Then again, it could very well stay as it is now. I shall see.
My mother is taking me to the doctor tomorrow to see if perhaps we can do something about the "being bloody tired all the time and also eating everything in sight and putting on rather alarming (at least, to me) amounts of weight" problem. That would be helpful, as well.
The week is still young here. I shall hie myself to bed.