k-punk

It’s really got that bad…. No entries for so long that it the page is literally BLANK…. Well, I’ve been denying myself blogtime in a bid to stay ahead of work, an increasingly impossible, Sisyphean labour: the more work I do, the more I seem to need to do. I was determined to be REALLY ORGANIZED this college year and not fall into my usual habit of chaos mismanagement — but it’s congenital. I just can’t stay sorted out. I HATE ADMINISTRATION… That’s partly because I am incapable of doing it, suffering from a stupefyingly disabling level of absent-mindedness. I tried to write a brief note to a colleague today and I had to make FIVE ATTEMPTS to do it. Just a few lines… Handwriting anything is near-impossible for me now… I think I might have attention deficit disorder….
Work. It’s never going to go away. Everyone has to do it.
I know, I know. Doesn’t make it any better, does it?
I haven’t got much else to talk about at the moment. But I wanted to break radio-silence, in part because of kind enquiries from Mr Ingram and Mr Reynolds.