IFJOEDOESNTWRITEADISSERTATIONONTHISDAYHISWORLDWILLFALLAPART

Listening to : Manic Street Preachers - The Holy Bible

I think I'm going crazy. I can't write this bloody thing at all. Even three-lettered words seem to be free-falling from my vocabulary. I fear for the worst. It seems that summer is getting further and further away and I will be writing this thing forever. Therefore the evil sound from 'The Holy Bible' is currently soothing. I must ask you all to pray for me at this time, in this dreaded writer's block hell.

On a less depressing note, but not far from it, is the fact that I am allergic to kitty cats. 21 years and not a clue that close contact with them will send my breathing into a frenzy, not to mention making me sound like a ex-convict. If I had a list of arch-enemies, Im sure this feline foe would be added making close second behind those evil ringtone adverts (see previous post for more discontentment I have encountered, especially on this subject).

I guess I can't be too disheartened and down in the dumps, as I wouldn't like to be Mr Bowyer at the moment. I'd be right pissed off too if I had to miss out on 200 grand all because I had a go at someone who wouldn't pass the ball to me. Plus with the whole of Newcastle out for his blood, I think I personally have things pretty easy.

So merely a mini-post my blog, but much more to come - my dissertation is due in 3 weeks. That means 3 more weeks of moaning!!! Take care!!!