So anyway, uni has started again, yet again, as it does, endlessly, and endlessly.
Human history is divided by the birth of Christ, and my life is marked by what I did before study, and what I will do after.
Honestly, finishing this degree, or any of them, really, is like waiting for the second coming.
Everything will fall into place. I'll have no stress. No. Stress. I'll be smart (or failing that, knowledgeable). I'll be wanted (or failing that, employable).
But I'm tired, and I'm tired of trying (and failing) to motivate myself. So I thought I'd buy a laptop. That way I could continue the motivation battle somewhere else (out of this little hot-in-summer-cold-in-winter study). Maybe the lounge room. Maybe up at uni, where all the proper students study. (Yeuk. I sound like Rita.)
Maybe the buzz of owning a bit of techno-bling would squirt some novelty back into studying.
Too bad I can't afford one.
Bleuah.
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