dash it all! I hate my conscience. It doesn't have any qualms about disappointing my family, but it has definite qualms about sending papers in late when I've put them off till the last minute. However! here I am, blogging when I should be doing my little database project.

Today was a day of Enforced Shoe-Shopping and I am deeply traumatised. I was so traumatised that I had a cappuccino at noon. My mind is running in circles, not because I had the caffeine! Oh, no! That doesn't bother me. I haven't a clue why my mind is going in circles. I used to write on coffee napkins or odd-shaped pieces of paper in the Starbucks across from the College of Orange and Green Stripey Chairs and just write until I felt my hands feel calm. Now it is typing. It seems better to type here than to write. Can't relax writing here. Must be typing . . .

So, why isn't my mind clearing? The Desperate Professor is sitting at the computer that is two away from mine and talking to a man who is on the other side of me four computers away. His voice is SO LOUUUUUD!! Perhaps he is helping my mind not work. It would be very convenient to blame it on him.

Or maybe it is the spearmint gum that someone has addicted me too. Who *was* that, anyway???

I sigh entirely too much.