So most of November (barely half of it, okay) I've been writing this thing someone might want to call a novel.  I haven't actually read it through so it probably doesn't make much sense, but the story's finished and it's 50 206 words long.  And that's the longest single composition I've ever written.  I'm now tired, my entire hands are sore and I don't think I'm going to recover for a while.  But I'm not going to go to bed because then what would my adrenaline do?

 

Actually I got so sore I asked my brother if he knew any anti-RSI stretches... so he directed me to an episode of Hak .5... that was amusing.

 

Also did someone send me a package?  I'm supposed to pick something up at the post office and I don't know what it is.  Who's sending me things via registered post?  Depending on what it is, I think I'm going to have to ask you to stop.  Thank you.

Man, I wish my exam was in the morning so I could be doing that instead of sitting here going, maths is boring.  I wish exams were over so I could do crap all without shame.  *sighs*

 

Seriously, my life is going to be so much more interesting the second my exam finishes tomorrow.  Provided I pass that's two-thirds of the way through a degree.  This time next year I'll be going oh crap, where's my job?  And then I suspect that I will have an emotional/mental breakdown of some kind, being entirely unprepared to face the real world.  My entire life is planned out!  But for the moment, I sit here in the sweltering heat waiting.

Sometimes I worry that I am addicted to these sorts of things... and then I think, neh.  I got this one off John's blog.

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I knew there was a reason why I was saving SOFT study until later in the week... that's right, because I'm addicted and it will make me want to never study anything else ever again.  I'm glad this arvo I'm doing maths instead.  Gosh these blogs make me sound like such a nerd.

 

Anyway, studying maths makes me want to read Matthew Reilly books.  Is that a problem?  It meant that I read Scarecrow again during semester, laughing at how woefully out of date its collection of Mersenne primes is... it's like three behind.  I'm so amused for no reason whatsoever.