listening to: this (so ah lian, so good)

18 weeks to write 30,000 words. for the mathematically disinclined, that would be about 1700 words a week. as much as I like the number 17, this does not bode well. sitting between two depressed phd students who say ‘just don’t sleep’ (pearls of wisdom coupled with peals of thundering sighing) does not maketh a happy writer, either.

current word count: zero.

houston we have a problem. we’re down to one engine. i am dazed and confused. mayday, mayday! dude, are we there yet? mufpliesfsdmcoisoidadl (jabba the hut).

(runs out of movie cliches) what did I get myself into, again?

i think i need some inspiration. maybe a drink of “orange juice” and a “jello”. some chocolate, perhaps. to stop swimming in people’s verbal diarrhoea and my own mental constipation. AND TO GET THOSE ENGINES GOING, BUSTERS!

edited to add: this punctuation sign is the best symbol of my life right about now. how awesome is that?

listening to: this

ohmygoodness. i have not had a weekend (by my definition) in more than a month. is so confuzzlingly stressed. but the pockets in between have been pretty excellente. like, planning on being a FONSTER (or as Dr S says, a FONSTERFE). and meeting old old jc friends, where the conversation evokes the same feeling as sinking under the covers with a good novel and it’s all rainy outside.

but garrhs. *spasms out*

dear conceptual framework: please, conceptualise yourself into existence.

dear excel spreadsheets of minion labour: please, get your act together.

dear lit review of doom: please, learn how to read and write.

dear potential participants: please, stop ignoring me. you no lowe me but i lowe you deepdeep.

dear life: please, come back to me.

dear christmas: i really wish you were white and cold this year. but unfortunately that’s not panning out. but it’s ok, a low carbon footprint holiday is defintely better than none. just make sure all the above gets done by then. that would be the best present.

*twitch*