Thesis

Here I am again in at uni doing work (well, in the strictest sense of the word I'm not doing work, my stream of conscious is flooding onto the net to be examined by who knows who. I will be doing work shortly....) late at night. Where is the life? Claire, lovely and intelligent flatmate that she is, has told me I should rest more and do less work in order to do more work. While I can see the simple logic within that superb sentence, I don't think that is going to happen. When I'm not at work I think of work. When I am at work I think of work. When I'm not thinking of work I wish I was thinking of work because that would be easier and less complicated than whatever it is that I am thinking of. Grrr. And the frustrating thing is I'm not making the progress that I should be. I'm not even sure that I am making progress at all. And the completely ridiculous, astonishing, mindbogglingly stupid, pathetic, knee-slappingly-hilarious thing about the whole thing is that I actually enjoy what I do. Ridiculous!

Could be worse. Could be doing pols. We are so going to kick your collective arses in paintball this month.