That is probably the most esoteric headline I've ever written.
If you have a NaNo project going on this month, I wholeheartedly apologise for not reading it. I hope you can understand that I can't even seem to manage my life more than six hours ahead, so I'm somewhat short the time it would take to read several novels.
Related to the above, if you are expecting to see me in London on Saturday that is now looking less likely. I haven't given up yet, though.
The good news is that there are now less than three weeks until my Christmas break, which lasts until 29 January (chalk another point for the British university system). I'll be stuck writing two papers over that break, but I think I may manage to avoid wanting to throw myself in front of a bus for a whole month.
I need it the break. My brain is so fried these days. I feel like I'm operating on some kind of weird behavioural drug that depletes 60 percent of my personality.
I saw today that you can buy episodes of the latest series of "The Real World" on iTunes, which prompts two questions:
1) That show still exists?
2) Who in the great googly-moogly would purchase that?