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Writing bibliographies is incredibly hard. I should be doing one now, as an unassessed piece of work for Philosophy, but I just can't do it; I'm horribly ignorant of other people's works, you see, so I have no idea where to start and what to write. 12 sources in total, and I'll be damned if I'm going to be able to do it. It's supposed to be sources relating to my last piece of work on Descarte's Wax Example, but I wrote that from memory, drawing on what I learned at A-level and applying it accordingly. I didn't need anyone else's thoughts on the matter. Ufff.
But I'll work through it. Anyway, I've beem working for Sainsbury's since the end of October, after finaly quitting Argos and looking for somewhere a bit more up-beat. Nice people, decent store, reasonable, rational and patient customers. I was unaware that such places existed, really. Having said that, I'm being worked to the bone, 'though that's largely my own fault; Contracted to do 23 hours a week, I've been working at least 36 for the past fortnight :/
Which is why I am not surprised when I wake up Sunday morning, sweating, coughing and in dire need of the toilet. Dissentry is no fun, folks. What really got to me was remembering how delirious I was when I was trying to get to sleep; Elements of my real life, mainly to do with work, merged with things that I had been doing on the computer some hours earlier (mainly playing Neverwinter Nights), and in a state of half-dream I really thought it was ok to go buy some Gloves of Shelf-Stacking +4. It's only when I think about it now that it seems so obviously crazy, but at the time of it actualy happening to me it seemed perfectly natural, reasonable and rational to think of all that stuff. I think I really did go a bit insane for a few hours. Sheesh.
Oh yes. I was 23 last Tuesday. A quiet affair, but nice all the same. I visited Dad and 'lil sis for a few hours, and ate some of the best treacle-toffy pudding made by human hands. Bless them :)
Right. Back to work then :(
Take care people x
But I'll work through it. Anyway, I've beem working for Sainsbury's since the end of October, after finaly quitting Argos and looking for somewhere a bit more up-beat. Nice people, decent store, reasonable, rational and patient customers. I was unaware that such places existed, really. Having said that, I'm being worked to the bone, 'though that's largely my own fault; Contracted to do 23 hours a week, I've been working at least 36 for the past fortnight :/
Which is why I am not surprised when I wake up Sunday morning, sweating, coughing and in dire need of the toilet. Dissentry is no fun, folks. What really got to me was remembering how delirious I was when I was trying to get to sleep; Elements of my real life, mainly to do with work, merged with things that I had been doing on the computer some hours earlier (mainly playing Neverwinter Nights), and in a state of half-dream I really thought it was ok to go buy some Gloves of Shelf-Stacking +4. It's only when I think about it now that it seems so obviously crazy, but at the time of it actualy happening to me it seemed perfectly natural, reasonable and rational to think of all that stuff. I think I really did go a bit insane for a few hours. Sheesh.
Oh yes. I was 23 last Tuesday. A quiet affair, but nice all the same. I visited Dad and 'lil sis for a few hours, and ate some of the best treacle-toffy pudding made by human hands. Bless them :)
Right. Back to work then :(
Take care people x