mugging

I could have re-used last tuesday's post. Another week, another thunderstorm. Maybe the may flowers have started growing; I haven't had time to check yet.

life is following a dreary routine now: Wake up, mug until I get unbearably bored, then turn on the laptop and surf the net or listen to music while I do more work. Yawn.

studying takes a lot of effort man. After going through my notes I always feel like my brains have been put into a tumble-dryer. Maybe it's a sign of old age *shocked horror*.

soon I shall need a walking stick.

the hardest part about mugging is keeping my mind from wandering. Given the number of brain cells that died from the torture of the last few weeks, controlling my brain shouldn't be that hard. Unfortunately, this doesn't seem to be true. My mind has perfected the technique of sneaking off to skive while my eyes are actually scanning the words in my notes. So all the stuff that appears at first glance to be perfectly normal english ends up as incomprehensible gibberish. A total waste of time.

much like this post, I suspect.