AND MY POINT WAS...

Of course. This is the second post today. It works like this, the frequency of me writing here, is proportionally related to the amount of work that I should be doing. By the time I get to the final exams, I shall be posting every 2 seconds, and then I shall be doing it for the rest of my life, on account of me continuously failing exams, never graduating, and becoming the Oldest PhD student in the Universe. By that time, I will smell like mothballs and wander around campus with my wild unkempt white hair, talking to myself and glaring at anyone under the age of 67 for being too young and frisky.

But then I digress.

Ok, but I've gone off on so far a tangent, that I can't remember where I started out from. So I will stop here. I write in spurts. Much like, passing wind. It comes. It goes. But the smell lingers for a bit.