Wibbling Thoughts

Must. Write. Dissertation. Must. Concentrate.

Awww, stuff it…Stargate Atlanis is much more interesting than the peace efforts in the middle east…

I have 40 years of history to write. It’s not even that much, just 1800 words – I should be able to do that easily, but my brain is mush. And I’m ill, and I’m exhusted. I need some energy and some inspiration…And a TARDIS.

If I had a TARDIS I could have as many ill days as I want, and then zap back in time and hand it in on the due date. I’m sure that’s breaking the First Law of Time, but I don’t really care. It would be much more fun. Plus, I’d also have a Doctor…which would be FANTASTIC!

But Chapter One is still on 1100 words. But still, i finished a chapter! I finished a Chapter!

If only my conflict resolution (due monday) was even half-way finished….

Word Count :
Chapter 2 – 1711 out of 3000
Mood : Slightly less terror
Music :Vaious Folky Stuff
Energy Levels :7/10
Mice : Several (I asume)
Cats : 2 (one is sat on my desk purring at me as I type)

After a few weeks trying, we’ve finally managed to borrow 2 cats – Bunny and Marble (or Anubis and Jolinar). It’s fantastic, they are lovely, have settled in our house amazingly well and are generally fantastic to have around and have not helped our work levels at all. I have, however, found out that I can type very easily with a cat sat between me and the keyboard.

The cats are long haired pedigrees that were rescued and lived as barge cats for a while until their owners moved into a house and had kids. After this the cats got a bit neglected, and seem to be enjoying the peace and quiet of our house. They are so friendly and lovely balls of fluff. R doesn’t like them very much though, and insists on calling them fleabag1 and fleabag2. The rest of us love them.

Although a problem may develope as we broke our front door, and will have to hide the cats from the landlord when he comes and fixes it.

Word Count : Chapter 1 – 1198 out of 3000
Chapter 2 – 974 out of 3000
Mood: Sheer terror
Music: None at the moment.
Energy Levels : 6/10
Mice : At least one in my bedroom, none in the kitchen (as far as we know)
Food Stash : 2 satsumas, a punnet of grapes, 2 tunnocks teacakes, a bag of choclate buttons and 2 cans. All in a sealed metal tin.

I’m currently not in my room becuase of the mice, so am sat in G’s old room, with a pile of my stuff in here – the mice keep eating my stuff, so I’ve moved it in to the mice free room, but am stranded between two rooms. I just want the buggers to LEAVE so that I can go back to my room and procrastinate with my stuff around me.

Grrr.