Yeah, fell off the wagon before I could even pick up any momentum.

Also, drinking tea in a frantic attempt to keep calm. And falling under the lull of Derrida and Nietzsche.

(My little finger on my left hand refuses to type Nietzsche correctly; it always misses the 'z' and I end up with 'Nietasche'. Which, other than rhyming with 'moustache', is a fairly useless word.)

Today both a coursemate and my flatmate said to me, separately, "You know, at some point you just have to stop reading and start writing." I know, I know ...



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