A Glitch in the Matron.

I am all scattered over this dissertation business, and you could add to that scuppered, skewered and shattered. I have been in a cycle of moving notes around and attacking my terrible habit of attacking the task. I can't wait to pass this obligation on to the next generation, I feel that I have learnt something and I need prove it to nobody. Again it feels like belated parenting, strangers turning up angry. Or it's all a fun game to manipulate, scanning the code for cheats or bashing the console until colourful accidents happen. It's a ball of semantic bollocks, this. I'd rather be living and thinking than thinking about life. Since "I" has no fixed definition, it's all approximately bullshit from the start. Acadildo.

Here is a stupid joke. Click to big it.



What really upsets me is the deep emptyness that this task brings to everything. I must change my view back to the one where I enjoy doing it and it feels enjoyable.