One of those days...

...that you'd want to walk right up against the walls or one that you pretend you're dancing in the pit while actually your showering, all this just because you're trying to study for an exam next thursday and Marilyn Strathern and old Mr Karl Marx decided that they really didn't give a flying fuck about whether their prose would be enjoyable or even readable or not.

Good. I just needed to let off that steam. Now go back to your work, as I should. I'm writing this in the basement of my halls now because that's where the computer lab is and my computer is in repairs now. At least walking here gives me some exercise and a change of mind and setting that prevents from actually trying to put into the practice the first of the two actions described above. The second of the two actions I suddenly found myself putting into practice just before I came down here to write this: I am severely worried about my sanity and need diversion. Visitors welcome, although thank god some people are already coming :-)

Have a nice article arguing against religion and for the bible as a good and nice moralising story that is still just about as angry and tolerant as I feel right now, but articulate.
Good night.