It's very hard to explain but sometimes I am outside of myself. It's like I am myself but not myself and oh I can't be bothered writing this. I don't even know why I'm here. I have a total of five? five word documents ticking away, little line keeping my space for me while I dawdle. I have three windows open in Safari, one in Firefox and two in msn which I'm only on to prove a point to myself (namely that when her name is in his name he says nothing but if he feels lucky he signs out, deletes her, signs back in and is all Hey there and my god I am amused). I have three drafts in one blog and seven in another (two of which begin with I want to set this straight and three with I can't) I have four notebooks in use around me, 2 finished drafts to consider, one abandoned Frenchie who plagues me with doubt and frustration and one email account that a certain advisor has yet to reply to. I CAN'T REGISTER UNTIL YOU DO AND I WOULD LIKE TO BE A SECOND YEAR FOR ONCE. One more day and I just do my own thing with that uni, only way.

I can't even be bothered eating. I'm going to wait and wait until I get all lightheaded and woozy and then I'll eat junk. Hurrah