Happy New Year

Yeah, it's a bit late. But this way I get to prolong the holiday cheer that little bit further.

Apparently, there is nothing like weeks of fairly incessant math revision to make me crave full sentences. I miss them. I pine for the grammatical structure, and reminisce fondly over the innocent and unperverted use of apostrophes, commas and colons. I languish in my hunger for sentences that begin with capital letters. At this point I think I'd even settle for sentences that begin with actual words.

The arrows and logical quantifiers are determined to give me cancer of the puppy. Don't even get me started on the greek letters. It's a poisonous black malice that spider-scrawls from my pen these days.

Also? The students sitting at the table behind me just started singing Chim-chiminy Chim-chim Cheree Chim-cheroo. I swear. My brain isn't making this shit up. They really are singing. They were singing. I really hope they were singing, or else I have a whole new set of problems to try to manoeuvre about.

In other news, I booked my ticket to New Zealand yesterday. New Zealand: land of full sentences and large hill things. Could it sound any better?

Darlings, the bitch is back. This new year's resolution is to write at least one full sentence a day, even if it's only a descriptive fantasy on the death of entirely gratuitous i-s and j-s.