My lost mojo

Last week I was really quite excited by my thesis. Now it has all the attraction of a three day old pie left to fester in our fantastic sunshine and rabid nor-wester. I am trying to drum up the enthusiasm to relax and go to it, but sadly all I've managed to do so far today is read the paper, stare at my computer and fix some grammatical mistakes (yes, I do know what they are), and contemplate moving ahead and doing more work.

I need to do work today to because I'm about to head down south for my cousin's wedding. Not good for several reasons. Firstly, it's between Timaru and Gore, and I'm never really sure if I'll make it out of there with my two front teeth still in the front of my (purty) mouth. Secondly, I don't really like weddings now. Not that I'm anti-establishment/anti-wedding, but more that it makes me feel like I'm getting older. While most people hold this to be self-evident, I'd prefer to block from my world all the things I don't want to realise. Like war, thesis, inequality, and my flatmate. Claire is back today so maybe I lock the two of them in the gimp room together and let them fight it out. Of course, Robert, being a fundamentalist Christian, technically must turn his cheek as Claire sends thunderbolts of righteous red-headed fury toward him. Much like George W has. Maybe I should sell tickets. Be a nice little money earner.

Or, like Nic, I could become Schwarzenegger-esque and get paid for action. Kudos.