morsla | Afraid of libraries?

Well, I'm still at home - and have been for a couple of days, now. There's so much work that needs doing... but it's so hard to get started on it. Must shake this all-encompassing apathy, somehow. Perhaps I could put a bomb under my chair? That might get me moving...

I think I may have developed a library phobia. My last task in the uni on Tuesday involved photocopying more articles - about a dozen of them, from a dozen 1500+ page journals... which I carried across to the mapping room (Honours photocopying account, you see...). Since then, I haven't made it back into the uni. I'm wondering if the thought of hefting 18,000 pages of hardbound journals might be scaring me off a little. Perhaps I should drive a forklift into the foyer, to show that I mean business ;-)

Despite the countless distractions (anyone who has seen my room can testify to the sheer amount of stuff(tm) in there), home seems to be a good place to read things. It may lack the "If-I'm-here-I-should-be-working" guilt trip that the uni has, but it makes up for that in beanbags, pots of vanilla sencha tea, and much better music. Speaking of which...

delphaeus, I found Opeth - Orchid (an older album - from about 1995). Pester me about it and I'll get you a copy :-)

I've also ended up with this song stuck in my head...

Until The End Of The World - Apoptygma Berzerk

I'll wait for you until the end of the world

All the weights that keep me down
Seem heavier than before
They hit me in my face
Though you feel nothing

Only time will heal you say
Your word's not therapy
That half of me is gone
My dearest treasure torn away

I'll stick with you until the end of the world
I cry out loud but you hear nothing
I'll wait for you until the end of the world
My dearest treasure torn away

All the weights that keep me down
Seem heavier than before
They hit me in my face
Though you feel nothing

Only time will heal you say
Your word's not therapy
That half of me is gone
My dearest treasure torn away

I'll stick with you until the end of the world
I cry out loud but you hear nothing
I'll wait for you until the end of the world
That half of me is gone, my dearest treasure torn away

I'll stick with you until the end of the world
I cry out loud but you hear nothing
I'll wait for you until the end of the world
My dearest treasure torn away