Further Whine

What I really want is to discuss the two crushing truths with you people. My thinking is that if I unburden myself to the loyal fanbase of Myself and people from Santa Cruz that I've acquired, I can break out of this spell of mild depression. The question is, do I have time?

At the moment I'm making posters in Word (I know, I'm sorry). These are to promote my role as college Amnesty International Rep, and encourage people to take part in next weeks' campaiging. Then, at ten, I have to go to lectures to progress in a subject I love studying.

When I go home, I'll be working on an article for my college Alternatitve Prospectus, which is exactly the sort of challenge I crave.

In fact, the only down note so far today at all has been that I've been slightly evangelised to. This relates intimately to the first and second truths, but I'm now worried that if I start telling you all I have to say on that topic, we're looking at an extended and intimate gush. I'm sure you'd all rather be spared that, at least for the minute... perhaps paradoxically, I'll have to be in a much more self-possesed frame of mind before I'll be able to give you any halfway coherent arguments.

I've just realised what a whinebag I am at the moment. In fact, I'm not even sure I want to leave you with such a sour note all weekend...

Song in my head: "By Myself" by Linkin Park