Silage

They have mown the grass in the parks. Combined with heavy rain, it has the smell of silage. Suddenly, it is 1999 again.

I am putting on weight and zits at a considerable rate. I am reluctant to shave, despite widespread peer-pressure to do so. I am working on a task that is certainly ill-defined and might be endless. I have a job where I am the most educated and lowest-paid employee. Best of all, I have a heaping helping of anxious depression.

Honestly, all I need is a nametag that says RICHARD and a pretty girl that I can disappoint.

Wales sucks

Excerpt from my quarter-written bare-bones outline Literature Review.

I'm sorry, Wales. I'm really referring to your Energy Agency, which had the stellar idea of "Well, we don't know the windspeed, so let's just assume a Moderate Breeze blows 24/7. Plug those numbers in aaaand... wind turbines rule!"

I hate you for doing my project in a few seconds and getting the answer that I want buyt suspect I won't get.

Words

This "literature review" business is a sham. I have just read a sentance that was four lines long, with narry a punctuation mark or conjunction to be seen.

At least I know why I keep getting marks deducted for being too amusing.¹

1. A number of words in this sentance are verbatim from my last report marksheet.

Sigh

I'm working in the department today. Why? Because at home, all I do is play Neverwinter Nights, drink Guiness, and pretend I'm someone else.¹

This computer monitor has ink on it.

Someone, at some point has used a biro to circle, strike-though or underline things on the screen.

Isn't there a joke that uses this conceit?

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1. BLEEEEAK.