Noon, Monday, Week 8
Where am I now?
The Script – is not yet finished, but at least I found a way to continue the story.
My RAE Project – is still vague. The others who are more enthusiastic about economics (which includes like 98.6% of third year econs students … lemmings) have probably found their topics, their one question. But at least the tutor seems obsessed about my scatter diagrams.
My Two Essays – are far from completion. This year, they seem to have made it very difficult for us to write essays. Picked titles where there is like, one relevant journal (not that relevant after all) – basically no help, no starting point for us to branch out from. I'm not freaking coming out with new explanations or arguments to write these essays, these 2000-word essays. It is a waste of my time. Much of economics is.
I still have other random stuff to do. Where is that package? I need to call to get my £100 pounds back.
And I still don't know how to take control of my moods. Moods are like horses – some people seem able to just grab the reins and direct the horse. Me? I'm in the carriage, too lethargic to come out and take control of the horse.
So what now?
I slip away and die.
"You deserve to die, you worthless whiner," so says you.
Whine whine whine,
Nothing you can dine.