Wednesday, August 04, 2004

the fundamental irony here is that you don't even care what the fundamental irony here is.

It would be completely hands-down insane to put my shoes on and leave the house to obtain a Milky Way bar, right? Because who in God's name needs a Milky Way bar when they've been up for 18 hours and have to be up at least one more hour and then have to be back up in less than 7 hours? Right?

I'm up because I'm revising this thesis yet again. I'm confident that it's getting better but I'm also rather tired. And eventually the getting-better factor will sink to the point that it meets the rising tiredness factor in the curved shape of the front of a fish. Which equals me getting no more productive work done AND probably no Milky Way bar for me.

Milky Fish. Fishy Way. Heh.

Gah! Must finish!