anxiousI am aware that this is a haphazard metaphor, but I think it is the ruminants of a very chaotic mind at the moment. Right now, if I have any inspirational thoughts, I log it at the end of the essay - in a kind of massive word dump. I cannot afford to agonise over the other assignment that I have to fulfill by at least Tuesday night, 'ere I get a beady/withering look from my lecturer. I have to acquire blinkered vision and deal with what is under my nose or flap around like a wet hen*. Plus ::: even though keeping FB and various other pages open at least provides me with a link to the outside world, I find that I have developed displacement activities. It was previously seen a couple of months ago, when I cleaned the aga and researched exploding wind turbines on Youtube rather than soldier on with my PP on Post colonialism. Right now, my undivided attention is on our new super shredder that looks like R2D2 and has been nicknamed Yum Yum because of its capacity to consume.
Get on with your work!!!
* Why is my metaphor about poultry?
