Glazed and Confused

Everyone seems to have a point in life where they suddenly look at themselves and realize they've become really thick. I'm worried it just happened to me. I spent three hours today looking at some graphs, and at the end of it I still didn't even know which way up they were supposed to go. I imagined University would be hard, but I imagined it being hard in a way that was at least slightly stimulating, not a way where you have to decipher 14 different tables simultaniously, each one of which contradicts the other ones. I guess that's life. And it gets worse once I've deciphered the graphs: I have to plot one of my own using values that don't exist, before writing a clear and lucid expliation of how elegant and simple Science is. It's all a bit of a nightmare. Good job it doesn't have to be in for 9 days, and I get to don my Liberal hat tonight and go to a talk about the Death Penalty. It isn't all bad.

That's pretty much all that happened today. I did have a lot of exciting and stimulating thoughts, but I either can't remember what they were or have a dim idea of how rubbish they are, so I won't be discussing those today. I rearranged large quantities of wierdly-shaped glass. But that isn't exactly thrilling either. Sorry, guys.