You may have noticed I haven’t put anything up here lately, which although not that uncommon for me doesn’t make a lot of sense given that this is supposed to be the most intensively productice period of my life. There is a reasons for this…
The humiliating truth is that 9 years ago when a slew of doctors told me to drop out of education for the sake of my health they were probably right. I maybe… MAYBE should have listened.
Over the last 2 years my merciless tyrannical rule over the useless physical form I’ve been lumbered with has lead to a sever escelation in the frequency of rebellious assaults against my will. Born aloft on a wave of the angry background murmuring and strike action i have grown so accustom to ignoring, their course has gained strength. This has forced me to agree to the terms of the rebel leaders (my heart, kidneys and never system) to avoid them taking full command of the province of Alex, leaving me trapped and powerless in my lavish brain compound… this metaphor is getting out of hand.
Basically I’m not graduating this year because I worked too hard… True story and a new twist on an old classic.
As you may have guessed I’m not especially thrilled about this and even less pleased that my doctors are now talking about it taking me a further 2 years… 3 years to finish the last year of my degree, REALLY!? I hate the UN, they’re so bloody sensible and dispassionate about every thing.
Any way, I’m sticking at it and still trying to contribute to our final year show at the rag factory. So at least, if nothing els, my work can hang along side that of the people I have come to respect so much over the past 3 years and have helped make this the happiest, most for-filling section of time to date (you’re well good and that).
There will be more. There always is.