Today has been a very strange day. In effect, its really been two days.

Friday version1, and Friday version 2.

Friday v1.0 started pretty badly and just got worse. I had 4 hours of Bruce, and an assignment to complete by 5pm. By the time I was on my jouney home, I was sneering at the world and I had developed an affinity towards calling the whole world "nuthin' but a pack of fuckers." Cath popped over for a brew and a chat, which swifly morphed into a laughing/crying episode.

"People's reaction times are much slower which has nothing to do with the speed of chemistry." Seemed to be the most hilarious thing on the face of the planet. Needless today, after very little sleep I was more than just a little bit stupid in the head.

Friday v1.0 ended when I decided that I needed to read more of "War of Evernight", which I have been neglecting in my recent stress attacks. I think I read a paragraph before my eyes closed and my face fell flat into the crease of the open book.

Friday v2.0 began 5 hours later. After a hot shower and a coffee, today is shaping up to be a shitload better than the dress rehersal. so what if it's 12.30 at night. I'm awake for a change!

I've avoided watching the news, and all the hyped up Bali-Incident whatnot. I'm afraid the world will have to cope with this on its own. I dont have the emotional capacity to deal with it at the moment. After the laughing/crying fit today, my brain made it quite clear that I'm walking upon a knifes edge of stressed-up fucked-up thesis tension.

Hopefully, this newfound wakefullness will extend long enough for me to get a few thousand words written.
Jac.