"J'ai rêvé dans la grotte où nage la sirène"
(I have dreamed in the cave where the siren swims)
Gérard de Nerval
argh. i can't believe i'm in PGP working on my thesis proposal. i'm hungry, tired and my proposal sucks. and i'm not quite sure whether i'm supposed to introduce critical elements but its just a proposal, right?
bleargh. haven't updated 'cos i haven't had anything interesting happen to me. yessire, life here is boring with capital b.
in the meantime, i find myself clenching my jaw nowadays, a sure indicator that i'm getting stressed and pissed about the whole honours thing. u can't get away with half the things you used to back in the good ole days. and 'twas a sad day when peggy and i sat in the arts canteen and mourned the loss of all the manjens and the morons in class who made you look so intelligent. come back, come back! we want you!
as for thesis news, i've finally settled down on doing a paper dealing with the analysis of the image on the internet. and already i'm bored with it. i couldn't even get to the word limit of 2500 for my proposal. its stuck somewhere at 2250 or thereabouts. and that's a bad sign. usually i have tons to say but i guess my brain's dying on me. things aren't what they used to be. we're all getting older. and frailer.
damn i need a fag. and a bianco martini on the rocks.
