I promised myself a few weeks ago that I would make it a point to write every day. Prose, poetry, even a short descriptive paragraph, on any topic that came to mind at that moment. Clearly my resolve has failed in these past twenty days; but I shall start today, and I shall display these juicy snippets here, for all to see and criticise.
Eleven-hour work days are starting to nibble at the edges of my strength, which already lies as if stretched from corner to corner of a wooden table. Assignments and course deadlines wobble precariously at the top of the pile, threatening to come crashing down should I fail to serve out a sizeable slice of my time to each one.
And now another tutorial beckons. I must finish it tonight so that I may devote my time at the office to work: that faithful spouse who currently sits, patiently waiting though sadly neglected, waiting to be done (haha!).
I leave you with this excellent essay by George Orwell:
http://orwell.ru/library/essays/politics/english/e_polit as well as a brilliant piece of writing by none other than the eminent, drug-addled Charles Ludwidge Dodgson:
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.