So, nothing to report really. I've been back a week now after the Easter holidays, I've spent £265 on a new computer because this one is now beginning to turn off - on its own - at random intervals, which is something I really can't be doing with, especially if I'm in the middle of typing coursework at that point in time. I have five or six impending coursework deadlines, but I'm not working on them at the moment because I really can't be bothered today.
The weather's cold, but sunny now, which is at least an improvement on this morning when it was just plain drizzly. I woke up really early this morning, I seem to be doing a lot of going to sleep in the evening and waking up really early, it's partly annoying but I'm just so tired all the time, and I don't know why.
Made chicken chasseur with potatoes and peas for breakfast (yeah, I know it's a little odd, but what else do you do when you have so much free time to kill). I'm pretty bored at the moment, I don't really go out much because (as I've said before) Broad Street is just crap unless you like that kind of bollocks cheese music they they play in clubs and bars these days, plus you have to dress up like a prat to even get in the door (and even then there's sometimes a cover charge).
Ho hum, I've turned into a grumpy old man.
So, I'm sitting here listening to Leftfield's Rhythm & Stealth album as loud as possible, and just letting the bass shake the room (it is an awesome album). Been reading Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy again, just made it to the chapter where Arther Dent meets the mice for the first time. Such a great book, and I just noticed that Douglas Adams beat Google to the post... As one of his paragraphs reads,
[Magrathean computer programmer named Fook talking to Deep Thought, the second most powerful computer in the universe]
'And are you not,' said Fook leaning anxiously forward, 'a greater analyst than the Googleplex Star Thinker in the Seventh Galaxy of Light and Ingenuity which can calculate the trajectory of every single dust particle throughout a five-week Dangrabad Beta sand blizzard?'
'A five-week sand blizzard?' said Deep Thought haughtily. 'You ask this of me who have contemplated the very vectors of the atoms in the Big Bang itself? Molest me not with this pocket calculator stuff.'
Methinks either Sergey Brin or Larry Page is a serious H2G2 fanatic, naming their HQ the Googleplex as they have ;) And of course, I read that chapter whilst on the bog - further proof that men CAN actually multi-task (and it's one of the few times that men on the whole get time to themselves... It's real quality time, just me, myself and I - why can't women seem to understand that it's almost a man's prerogative to spend at least half an hour in the toilet? It's the perfect time to read a book or listen to the radio (or both), but I'm sure you didn't really want to know that.
TOO LATE NOW, hahahahhahaah I have sullied your hitherto-now pure mind with disgusting thoughts aplenty, I win this round!
So, that has thus far been the sum total of my achievements for today. I half wanted to go for a drive around, but the problem is in Birmingham... Well, it's either drive around the dodgy parts of Birmingham for a while and probably get caught by four speed cameras, or head onto the M42 and just go up and down that for 45 minutes, and I hate driving on the M42 because everybody else seems to think that the minimum speed limit is 90.
Bah and humbug in equal measure.