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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

It's official. My brain is broken. It doesn't work any more. I have the attention span of a 4 year old with ADD. Who's been hit on the head with a mallet. And who has been brought up by wolves. With ADD. And an unhealthy diet which consists of Sunny D and super sized McDonalds meals. Fat, lazy wolves who pay no attention to their adopted 4 year old child. My brain is that child.

I'm sitting here staring at the computer, pretending to write a critical review of a journal article called "Advancing advanced mind-reading tests: empathic accuracy in adults with a pervasive developmental disorder", which obviously should be the easiest thing in the world to concentrate on, especially because their research and conclusions don't match AT ALL what the experiment is or my understanding of what the experiment uncovered, and therefore is just an annoying waste of my time. And I've got lots of words with which to say all of this, and really I should be doing that now.

Instead, though, I'm doing lots of other things. The other things I'm doing:

1. Emailing my sister at work. She's got email and her own office, and can pretty much spend all day on the internet, which is pretty much what she does. I applaud her.
2. Emailing Mrs D at work. I'm currently trying to persuade her to come watch football tonight rather than going to comedy, because you don't have to pay to watch the football, and we could probably recite every single word of each of the acts sets, so there's not really much point in going to the comedy. Please, join me in telling her this.
3. Checking the tarot, the runes and the i ching on this site that Edel sent me. I've asked them all the same question, and they've all given me basically the same answer, but it's the wrong answer, so I think this site is rubbish. Although I do keep going back to rephrase the question to see if it comes out any different.
4. Listening to the amazingly brilliant oneclick comedy. It's got Andrew Laurence, Colin & Fergus, Jo Neary, Andrew O'Neill & Josie Long, Marek Larwood, Roisin Conaty, Will Hodgson, Susan Murray andSteve Hall. These are all good people. The music, although irritating initially, is actually brilliant. This show is brilliant. You should be listening to it too. You've only got until tomorrow to hear this one. Hurry up, for fuck's sake.
5. Reading this, wondering how much is true.
6. Trying to work out how to put pictures up on the blog, and wondering if a redesign is in order.

So pretty much not doing my essay.

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