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2002-09-26

Recently, I’ve felt a sudden drop in motivation. Very little has affected me and I haven’t bothered to do anything. Something happened though, last week. I realised that I don’t like the literature course we’re currently undertaking. I don’t like it at all, and the lecturer we have just irks me. I can’t wait until the linguistics course.

Something to occupy my time and make me once again believe in humanity arrived this morning. Three envelopes, brown. Remarkable that a few stapled heaps of paper can enlighten the day that much. One of the heaps consisted of utter crap. Vile waste of paper, ink and staple. The rest ranged from good to most excellent. I think I need to start on another fanzine soon. Really soon. But this time without a deadline. It will have to take the time it will take.

In the meantime, I just found out that Spaced season two has been shipped. It will probably arrive in the middle of next week. Call of Christmas because who will need food and relatives when this show exists and can be watched over and over and over again? (The show actually made me want a bean-bag. That, if something, is sick.)