You wake up at 6 in the evening because you slept at 10 in the morning. Your sleeping schedule is too screwed up to bother to think about it right now. Something’s not right, you had another weird dream. You think it’s a good idea to not have any coffee now because your new-found optimism suggests that this will help you sleep at a more appropriate time for a change.

You are wrong, not only will this not help but you will also be cranky for the rest of your waking hours. Admitting it is the first step and you, my sad, slow-thinking and profoundly clumsy self have become addicted to the caffeine. All these coffee flavoured years of your life have come back to bite you in the ass but you’re not sorry you did it. In fact, you’d do it again and you’d drink even more coffee.

You haven’t blogged for days and you haven’t shaved in as many of them. Your summer vacation has taken a weird and unexpected turn. Unexpected because recently you received some wonderful news which does not explain why you feel so miserable right now. You should be on a constant high.

The papers were congratulating you. You are now a scientist. Well, you’re a “Computer Scientist” but saying just “scientist” is funnier. This is another thing you haven’t told the internets. Your results were better than what you expected and you’ll be graduating next week. Hazah! You realise that things will be different in your life from now on but then you remember.

“Oh… penis!” There was another envelope. You were offered a place at that Masters degree course you wanted to take. You feel like uni will never be over. You’ll be the eternal student having a heart attack while frantically trying to take notes of what the lecturer is talking about. Of course you’re complaining, it’s in your nature, and after this last year it’s become the only way you can communicate. You find things to complain about even when the news are great.

You realise you wrote a whole post referring to yourself in the second-person. You loathe yourself.

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Written by Colin Brooks on 26.07.08 at 9:45 am.