still checking for nits…

…in my goddamn sleep.

I’m not sure what this is a sign of, either; I’m a bit neurotic about it, as my title would suggest {I’m not} or its a manifestation of worry about how I haven’t been meticulous enough whilst writing dissertations. It’s fun finding nits in a dream though, because you get the satisfaction of finding the eggs and dragging them off each strand of hair, without the added bites and rashes of the real hatched bastards.

this is Horrific, look.. nits in your eye {sort of}

Yesterday instead of working I did the following: searched for quotes in the Hagakure, put up photos on my wall in a cascading fashion to make it look a bit wanky and arty, re-read The Story of the Eye (which I later found out was Bjorks favourite book!), watched kids tv – which included, a shit cartoon I didn’t understand and something called Prank Patrol. Ooh and I watched Countdown (Carol looks younger than ever.) Des Lynam has been replaced by Des O’Conner. I think it suits O’Conner better. Let’s not get dragged into the merits of each though, I should reserve structured arguments for my academic distractions.

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