A word
So, you know how, sometimes, someone is having a really bad day and you're trying to be nice to them but you're snarky and mean even though you don't mean to be and suddenly you think: who the hell peed in my cornflakes this morning?
And then you try to figure it out and you think: "Yes, I managed to catch a cold in May, I'm missing my best friend's birthday because I have to work, because I have an exam tomorrow for which I haven't had time to study because I was working on my goddamn thesis which by the way, I have only done a third of and have only one week left to complete."
And then you realize: all of these things would usually be okay but it's been five days since you've had any real chocolate and it makes you hate the world. And then you think: "Wow, I am a horrible person."
Things my brain decided to make me find interesting to distract me from my actual work:
- Buying crappy CDs to create a "discography of lame music".
- Pro wrestling, including Chris Jericho's ridiculous feud with Edge. I was surprized to discover that The Undertaker, a wrestler who really frightened me when I was a kid, is still fighting people.
I've become too aware of my problem and my brain knows it needs more than "Hey, watch Battlestar Galactica!" to distract me. And by god, did pro wrestling do the trick. It's like clowns for adults. They come on the ring and trash talk until one of them gets punched in the mouth and then their friends come with chairs and they pretend to beat each other up with them. Meanwhile the commentators go "AAAAAW THAT MUST HAVE HURT". The wrestlers have their own theme songs! More on that later.
And then you try to figure it out and you think: "Yes, I managed to catch a cold in May, I'm missing my best friend's birthday because I have to work, because I have an exam tomorrow for which I haven't had time to study because I was working on my goddamn thesis which by the way, I have only done a third of and have only one week left to complete."
And then you realize: all of these things would usually be okay but it's been five days since you've had any real chocolate and it makes you hate the world. And then you think: "Wow, I am a horrible person."
Things my brain decided to make me find interesting to distract me from my actual work:
- Buying crappy CDs to create a "discography of lame music".
- Pro wrestling, including Chris Jericho's ridiculous feud with Edge. I was surprized to discover that The Undertaker, a wrestler who really frightened me when I was a kid, is still fighting people.
I've become too aware of my problem and my brain knows it needs more than "Hey, watch Battlestar Galactica!" to distract me. And by god, did pro wrestling do the trick. It's like clowns for adults. They come on the ring and trash talk until one of them gets punched in the mouth and then their friends come with chairs and they pretend to beat each other up with them. Meanwhile the commentators go "AAAAAW THAT MUST HAVE HURT". The wrestlers have their own theme songs! More on that later.