Three people who are out of place. They all wear suits, and are arguing beside two expensive-looking 4WDs in the parking lot of an industrial steel workshop. Nobody uses the parking lot except for the workers, and sometimes the boy from around the corner who rackets a tennis ball against the roller doors when the workshop is closed.
The two women have their arms akimbo. The man lowers his arms as he speaks, palms bent toward the women as if to depress their hostility. It is the placatory gesture often seen used by politicians.
He is taller than both the women, and is also standing on the rising side of an incline. It seems to be an unfair advantage.
Yesterday, my bunny would have nothing to do with me. This morning, he wouldn’t stop humping my hand.
- A way of forming answers for essay questions that does not involve me doing lots of related reading and then hoping my brain will work it all out while I sleep.
- How to stop incessant checking of RSS feeds when meant to be doing assignments.
- How to not relate everything I’m agreeing with in philosophy with why I shouldn’t bother doing uni assignments.
Just got to the end of a dense, 15 page academic article and the last three words are, no shit, “I don’t know”.
You are going to be a month of stress and probable over-eating. I hope you do not mind too much.