Spent the whole morning and early afternoon looking for places to host images. It pissed me off. Now it's 3.33 p.m., and I'm attempting to do my tuition calculus homework. I bloody HATE calculus. I used to read those teenage novels set in American high schools, and more often than not, at least one character would be complaining about how crap calculus is. I didn't know what it was then, but now that I know...I hate it. Absolutely hate it. I hate it so much, I'm very tempted to burn my textbook, but can't, 'cause I'd have to buy another one, which means I'd be wasting money, yeah?
I have torn out the two-paragraph long letter to The Waiter from the rest of my foolscap pad and chucked it between my Chinese dictionary (which has saved my arse many a times) where it shall lie forgotten for a million years. I'm not going to finish it, or look at it ever again.
I want to thank unchbunch again for leaving me those wonderful notes, particularly the one about The Waiter. Thanks so much. I really appreciated them.
Off to tackle more crapculus.
Short description from: "The Bends" by Radiohead.