The World is Sick

Abandonment

Augh, the derelictness. The desertedness. The improper use of ness. Ness. I haven’t written anything here since the semester began, and it’s the start of the fourth week.

I have accomplished approximately nothing so far, aside getting a digital trophy that, in retrospect, proves nothing except that I play way too much. Also, I defended my honour and increased the size of my e-genitals at some point. 

A week ago, I said to myself, Alright dude, week 3 is the time to start working. Read your bloody notes and start looking for extra materials. But then, I fell ill, and I just didn’t feel like doing anything. Also, I was a little resentful at myself for using “dude” in that manner, and employing British swears unnecessarily.

In all seriousness though, I felt like crap the entire week. The weather wasn’t cooperative, and I found out the hard way that there was a serious lack of paracetamol in my house. Any attempt (which, admittedly, were all extremely half-hearted) to do something productive, like read a journal paper, or have a look at the upcoming lecture. My mind didn’t want to comprehend anything that didn’t have little up and down arrows next to it. Also, proposition 19 became really important to me.

So then, Friday came. A public holiday. Should probably have done something, but I was still transitioning out of the hyperviscous mucous production stage of the flu. The fact that it was swelteringly warm, and that my thighs were murdering me, made Friday a relatively bad day. I also caved and played more Starcraft, even though I promised myself that I wouldn’t.

And then Saturday came. I did nothing useful again. I went out, came home, and um. Yeah. That.

In short, I need to get a grip on my life. Also, I need to not fall sick again any time soon. Seriously, it’s nasty.