Weapon of Mass Destruction
My best friend called from China last night. She says it's in the negatives over there, weatherwise, that she's doing well, learning the language, the culture. I miss her lots. I miss telling her stuff, stuff I wouldn't trust anyone else not to a) think was stupid or b) think was beside the point. Glad she's having a pretty decent time though. Me, well, lazing off, again. I just find it so incredibly hard to concentrate. I barely even feel guilty anymore, which is probably a bad sign. I wish I had Alan's carefree life, nothing to do but surf the net, eat, sleep...and what else does he do? He's never told me but I have a feeling it involves gold, shady deals...and chocolate. 
Sometimes, I find myself thinking of him as "Goldfinger"; what a thought. Anyhow, my exams are through for now, before my big comprehensive exam in mid-March, but I have two projects due, which I must buckle down and just do. I wish they sold injectable adrenalin. I could use a shot just about now. Re-read my blog from last night and God, do I sound like an idiot. Love is a Four-Letter Word - that was the title of one of my articles for the MUIC Tabloid, and boy, is it. Love screws you good; it's more destructive than anthrax or H-bombs. Love - that's a weapon they should harness; devastate the enemy with Cupid's wrath. Hahaha. Watch the world's most evil waste away with unrequited affections, unable to eat, sleep, wreak terror. It's a thought.
Final thought: The four-letter words in my life now - work and home.