On this glorious Sunday Morn, sitting here as a typical man about the house with greasy sausage sandwiches on my lap, I find myself looking on in horror at the household chores and other duties that lay before me.
You see, for months I have been putting off working on the degree’s final tasks as the motivation has more than just disappeared, it’s been brutally beaten, and stuffed into a black van being driven off at high speeds only for the next day, a ransom note to appear through the post-box containing instructions for the money and a severed toe to know that they are serious.
As it stands there are two modules left for me to do, a work-based project and another module of our choice which may or may not be carried out at the University due to lack of intelligence on their part. This year, I have just wanted the thing over with; it’s like a bad smell from the toilet that you just can’t get rid of.
The fun starts again in earnest next week and with only a few months left, it cannot be over soon enough. To that end I have started on the work based project, which is something complex and boring and for once the geekdom shall be left outside along with a note for the kidnappers saying they can keep the motivation for all I care.