Optative and teleological. I'm supposed to know what teleological means, but optative can kiss my buxom buttocks. Who writes like that anyway? Philosophers, that's who. They might be clever, but they surely don't write so very good.
Hello. I come here empty handed aside from an old photo of a posy that I threw out yesterday, and in a raging pissed-off-with-the-world mood, not helped by a flair in my brachial neuritis pain. Mostly it's okay to deal with, but not today. Today is codeine territory if the blasted thing doesn't buck up its ideas swiftly. I'm not a fan of codeine - gives me the weirdest dreams and I feel slightly disassociated from myself - but I'll do it if I have to, don't think I won't.
Back to our point - It's not even on a Monday today, is it? It's not a Monday because this Monday, like last Monday, the Monday before that, etc., and so forth, have been and will continue to be, much too busy. Mostly with good things, like paid research and a summer student scholarship (at least they will feel like good things when I am once again in a better mood) and some really boring things, like brushing my teeth. Have I ever told you how much I hate brushing my teeth? Really a lot much. Not as much as I hate ironing, but I never iron so it doesn't count.
Back to our point redux - the whole creative challenge Monday was a good idea, I just can't fit it in to my week anymore without it feeling like a heavy chore. Which in turn feels like a failure.
Truth is, I'm exhausted from my studies, and in pain with the neuritis and the arthritis and (still!) the ruptured ligament, and need the world to stop going round for a bit, which it never does THE BASTARD. I don't have any great pearls of wisdom or bright ideas, I'm not even sure if I have anything left to offer anyone, I just wanted to break the silence and let you know I'm alive, and you are not forgotten. Which is the best I can do for today.
PS - my Master's thesis was finally submitted and is in the process of being graded, so there is that.
