I hate work. I don't know why Labour lost in 1951 (except they didn't, you can thank the electoral system) and had I been there I would have supported them. I don't care how this essay goes, I only want to bash out the minimum words needed to survive. My supervisor can die a horrible and painful death as far as I'm concerned if he objects to ( Read more... )

OK, well, this is definitely a bad sign. Rather than working, I'm looking through the news and commenting on it on Live Journal. But my argument is that this minimises the risk of other people actually having to listen to me going on about this sort of thing in person, and news about the Human Rights Act panders perfectly to my own obsessions ( Read more... )