My smell and taste have gone all screwy. Stuff tastes of washing up liquid and smells like that silly putty stuff. How come when that happens things never taste like something better? Cheese might taste like metal, but you never get metal tasting like cheese.
I found a disturbing screw earlier. It has come out of the kettle. A screw that should be in the kettle, but is in fact beside the kettle, in a decidedly unattached way. I can't work out where it came out of. It worries me that it may be holding it together. I do not relish the idea of boiling water getting out of control. I'm sure most people wouldn't.
Yesterday I finished the EMA for game design as promised. I can't quite bring myself to actually send it in, knowing that it falls far below my usual abilities, but at least it's done. I've had to really push myself to stay in the mindset of only needing 40%. Today I finished my website, which again, is not something to feel proud of. Reading through the rest of the EMA requirements, it seems that I have to post my website to the forum in order to get comments. My responses to comments are worth 15 marks. I am mortified that I have had to share my idiocy with anyone more than the markers. But there it is. Now of course, I can't write my report in full until I have a comment, which is preventing me from writing it at all. I have lost the will to continue completely. So I'm not going to. In fact, I'm going to openly disregard my original objectives, casually toss them out the window, and return to a far more comfortable low-achieving state. Aaah, see, that's better. I need to find a hammer, and a torch. I need to step away from the laptop. I've been connected to it for too long. Far too long. Social skill retention membranes are fast becoming porous and my left arm has a repetitive sprain from tippy-tapping all day long, and my eyes are glazed. I have the distinct appearance of a hunchback duck.
Fell at the forum
My smell and taste have gone all screwy. Stuff tastes of washing up liquid and smells like that silly putty stuff. How come when that happens things never taste like something better? Cheese might taste like metal, but you never get metal tasting like cheese.
I found a disturbing screw earlier. It has come out of the kettle. A screw that should be in the kettle, but is in fact beside the kettle, in a decidedly unattached way. I can't work out where it came out of. It worries me that it may be holding it together. I do not relish the idea of boiling water getting out of control. I'm sure most people wouldn't.
Yesterday I finished the EMA for game design as promised. I can't quite bring myself to actually send it in, knowing that it falls far below my usual abilities, but at least it's done. I've had to really push myself to stay in the mindset of only needing 40%. Today I finished my website, which again, is not something to feel proud of. Reading through the rest of the EMA requirements, it seems that I have to post my website to the forum in order to get comments. My responses to comments are worth 15 marks. I am mortified that I have had to share my idiocy with anyone more than the markers. But there it is. Now of course, I can't write my report in full until I have a comment, which is preventing me from writing it at all. I have lost the will to continue completely. So I'm not going to. In fact, I'm going to openly disregard my original objectives, casually toss them out the window, and return to a far more comfortable low-achieving state. Aaah, see, that's better. I need to find a hammer, and a torch. I need to step away from the laptop. I've been connected to it for too long. Far too long. Social skill retention membranes are fast becoming porous and my left arm has a repetitive sprain from tippy-tapping all day long, and my eyes are glazed. I have the distinct appearance of a hunchback duck.