And then pretend your problems have been solved
Howdy, all
Tuesday morning and I'm back at uni for another week. The long weekend is over now and it's business as usual once more. The printer next to me is the current first-place candidate for Technology That Is Both Painfully Slow And Adept In Causing Extreme Frustration And Encouraging Violence.
There's probably a number of possible avenues of wit I could travel down as an offshoot of the above award category but my grey matter is intent on making everything else... grey... today.
Grey.
What a weird word. Just look at it for a second -- weird.
Now say it out loud -- weirder.
Now picture the colour (if indeed it can be called so, and those who studied art at school will remind me that it's actually a shade and not a colour) in your head -- weirdest.
You know what else is weird? Yes, you do. Me. If I'm honest, it's not the printer next to me (which has now finally finished its task) that is causing frustration and encouraging violence, it's just reminding me of the fact that I'm already frustrated and contemplating violence. Against something -- anything! -- for reasons that I can't seem to put into words at the best of times, and certainly not when I really need to.
I don't want to talk about this,
Teegstar