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Apr. 18th, 2007 10:55 pmIn such a bad mood. Heating has been making a constant buzzing sound all day that's really starting to grate. Tried to have a nap po get over the attack of the grouchiness... and A knocked on my door after twenty minutes. And then stayed another twenty minutes and I can't nap now, because I'll sleep through 'til morning.
Have only written the introduction. A thousand word introduction which is stupidly long and totally pointless without the rest of the dissertation. Which I am in too much of a bad mood to write.
Oh and the 'rents didn't call like they said they would. So I have to remember to call them in the morning to let them know I'm catching an evening train instead of lunchtime. I'm even pissed at the goddamn fish for needing to be cleaned out. They get to swim in dirty water and I'm pissed at them. This is the logic of my bad mood. Everything is annoying me. It even annoys me that Sullen Fresher did her washing up at last, so I'm pissed because I don't have a reason to be pissed at her.
Yes. Logic. Disabling comments because I'm well aware I'm being illogical and there is nothing comforting to say in these matters. Because even comfort is annoying. Just nod and smile and back away slowly. Actually, don't smile. Because that's annoying too.
That fucking buzzing is very, very annoying. Thisclose to going up to the attic with the nearest heavy object I can find and bashing the heating system to pieces. It'd at least make me feel better.
edit: God, I swear it's that buzzing putting me in this mood. It's low, perfectly audible but almost forgettable, if you aren't thinking about it which I am. But constant sound like that can make you irritable right? It vibrates your eardrums the wrong way or something. I don't know.
Maybe I should go sit outside on the grass and work surrounded by rabbits. There's one with three legs who seems to live somewhere in what, effectively, is our front garden. Three or maybe just a deformed leg, which looks immensely painful to live with. Not that our university would actually bother to do something for a rabbit, considering they'd probably have to be firmly prodded into helping even a broken-legged student and rabbits rank somewhere further down on their list than the 'walking ATMs' level that they place students at.
The buzzing. God, the buzzing. I feel like that guy in the Telltale Heart. Only you know, with buzzing.
Have only written the introduction. A thousand word introduction which is stupidly long and totally pointless without the rest of the dissertation. Which I am in too much of a bad mood to write.
Oh and the 'rents didn't call like they said they would. So I have to remember to call them in the morning to let them know I'm catching an evening train instead of lunchtime. I'm even pissed at the goddamn fish for needing to be cleaned out. They get to swim in dirty water and I'm pissed at them. This is the logic of my bad mood. Everything is annoying me. It even annoys me that Sullen Fresher did her washing up at last, so I'm pissed because I don't have a reason to be pissed at her.
Yes. Logic. Disabling comments because I'm well aware I'm being illogical and there is nothing comforting to say in these matters. Because even comfort is annoying. Just nod and smile and back away slowly. Actually, don't smile. Because that's annoying too.
That fucking buzzing is very, very annoying. Thisclose to going up to the attic with the nearest heavy object I can find and bashing the heating system to pieces. It'd at least make me feel better.
edit: God, I swear it's that buzzing putting me in this mood. It's low, perfectly audible but almost forgettable, if you aren't thinking about it which I am. But constant sound like that can make you irritable right? It vibrates your eardrums the wrong way or something. I don't know.
Maybe I should go sit outside on the grass and work surrounded by rabbits. There's one with three legs who seems to live somewhere in what, effectively, is our front garden. Three or maybe just a deformed leg, which looks immensely painful to live with. Not that our university would actually bother to do something for a rabbit, considering they'd probably have to be firmly prodded into helping even a broken-legged student and rabbits rank somewhere further down on their list than the 'walking ATMs' level that they place students at.
The buzzing. God, the buzzing. I feel like that guy in the Telltale Heart. Only you know, with buzzing.
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