Time Keeps Rollin On

My lecturer said I didn't have to give a speech if I couldn't cope. Instead I get to hand in a thousand word essay on the subject. I guess I should be grateful but really I'd just liked for it to have gone away completely. I'm sure I can manage a thousand words before easter. I tried to do some work in the studio, but every time I do something to the wall it gets 10x shittiness. I have anti-midas touch. I'm hoping it will go so far into the realm of shitness it will wrap around. Nothing like event horizon with it's space bending technology but in the same realm of bad science!!

After uni - soccer training. Now I love training because it's fun and energetic, but it kills me, in my life. Especially at the start, everyone is like doing marathons and I'm struggling on my second lap of the oval. I seem to be very, very unfit. And yet, and yet I ran for the rest of training, and on the weekend I played an extra half a game before my real game to help out a side who were down one player. It's just the continuous running I no likey.

I'm about to start reading the Wapsi Square archives, because I've been meaning to for a while now. People keep telling me it's good but I haven't gotten past the initial ten strips.