Drilling. Banging. Add hangover. Equals this. And this is not so great.
I have just had a look at the experiment that I am supposed to be conducting. It involves watching something heavy swinging from a long length of string for a significant period of time. I don't think my pickled brain will allow for this. I think movement induced nausea will ensue the moment my eyeballs are forced to sway from side to side. Lying on my stomach also doesn't appeal. When I do get round to it though, I believe my cats will find the experiment significantly more engaging than I will. I have never enjoyed experiments like this. I find them tedious and therefore an irritant. I'll probably quite enjoy the maths bit though, once I have some results to play with.
If one of the questions was to investigate the effect of alcohol poisoning on my photoreceptor responses, I believe I could get on board, and spark some enthusiasm for the task ahead. As it is, the only thing I am permitted to play with is the lighting. I do not feel gripped with excitement. The prospect does not fill me with a sense of urgency, or joy. Sometimes it would be nice to be given questions that offered some scope for original thought. Why not offer us these measly 10 marks for conducting further experiments of our own choice? I can't see what harm it would do. I'd relish the idea of my hangover providing beneficial effects on my study. I have already established that certain alcohol beverages increase my ability to knuckle down to an assignment. Imagine if the hangover also played a role of equal significance. Everything would have a purpose. It would be fun to tell the judgemental people about as well. Lots of fun.
I must return to the kettle. It is taking more tea than usual to detox today. But perseverance will eventually result in full rehydration, detoxification, and, if I'm lucky, the safe return of my intelligence.
Utter fuzz masquerading as brain
Drilling. Banging. Add hangover. Equals this. And this is not so great.
I have just had a look at the experiment that I am supposed to be conducting. It involves watching something heavy swinging from a long length of string for a significant period of time. I don't think my pickled brain will allow for this. I think movement induced nausea will ensue the moment my eyeballs are forced to sway from side to side. Lying on my stomach also doesn't appeal. When I do get round to it though, I believe my cats will find the experiment significantly more engaging than I will. I have never enjoyed experiments like this. I find them tedious and therefore an irritant. I'll probably quite enjoy the maths bit though, once I have some results to play with.
If one of the questions was to investigate the effect of alcohol poisoning on my photoreceptor responses, I believe I could get on board, and spark some enthusiasm for the task ahead. As it is, the only thing I am permitted to play with is the lighting. I do not feel gripped with excitement. The prospect does not fill me with a sense of urgency, or joy. Sometimes it would be nice to be given questions that offered some scope for original thought. Why not offer us these measly 10 marks for conducting further experiments of our own choice? I can't see what harm it would do. I'd relish the idea of my hangover providing beneficial effects on my study. I have already established that certain alcohol beverages increase my ability to knuckle down to an assignment. Imagine if the hangover also played a role of equal significance. Everything would have a purpose. It would be fun to tell the judgemental people about as well. Lots of fun.
I must return to the kettle. It is taking more tea than usual to detox today. But perseverance will eventually result in full rehydration, detoxification, and, if I'm lucky, the safe return of my intelligence.