flat as a tack

I've been spectacularly ineffective at getting thing done lately. Two (already late) assignments are eating up my days and nights, and I should also take a draft of the conference report in tomorrow. I seem to spend most of my waking hours at this laptop, and I'm missing a yarra bike ride today while I continue typing.

I did get out for a little while last night, spending a few hours at Golgotha. No idea what the DJs were on last time, but the sets this time were much better. There was a full dancefloor for most of the night, with no floor-killing songs while we were there - as a result, I stayed on the dancefloor 'til we headed home. Saw Fin, Tom, kashiichan and co, but sadly didn't find any other familiar faces in the crowd. Still, I desperately needed to get out for a few hours.

I'm almost completely run down at the moment; worn out far beyond my reserves. But, hey, it's not all bad. I bought a copy of Thom Yorke's solo album to cheer me up... nothing like a haunting song about the suicide of a UN weapons inspector to lift the spirits, eh?




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Oh well, it was worth a shot. Back to the research essay, then.

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it