Return of the Phantom Clock

So, I knuckled down and went to class this morning, despite being very drained. My course fees were due, and I can't really miss many more classes without risking a Fail. Mentally, I was absent and a few times nearly passed out on my book. Walked around the supermarket in a daze afterwards with New Order in my cans, feeling lost among the shelves.

Recently, in the past couple of weeks, I've noticed my Phantom Clock is back. I don't think it's been mentioned here before, and the reason for that is it's been almost two years since it was last around. Phantom Clock is a beastly thing, like one of those big cavernous antique grandfather clocks with the curly hands, only mine has no hands and never strikes. It just ticks and tocks, and keeps me awake in the dark. This does not bode well for my health, and I may actually have to go to a doctor if it doesn't go away soon. Which is rather bad news for my wallet and I. We shall have to play the waiting game for a little while.

Nicholas has promised me a trip to the cinema this week to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which will hopefully cheer me up a little. A dose of Depp is good for what ails you.
I had better eat something, or I will get another stern telling-off from Plaz. The ire of a Squid-Man is a terrible thing to bring upon oneself.

Oh, and I just implemented the word verification feature on Blogger in an attempt to cut down the spamming that's been going on in the comments. It's a pain in the backside, yes, but it's better than having to wade through "You have an excellent blog! Here is a subject that interests many ##elephantine genitalia## Please check my website of ##elephantine genitalia##"

Currently reading:
Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace
Idlewild by Nick Sagan
Cocksure by Mordecai Richler