The title has absolutely nothing to do with the content. I feel discontented, restless, edgy and depressed. Not suicidally so, but an undercurrent of ennui, angst and other foreign words is rumbling through me. Making lists of plans is all very well, but it's nothing without acheiving something. The workload is inexorably increasing at work: The amount of bloody bureaucracy in this place is ridiculous - the end result of poor management. Despite the beancounters, I'm strangely enjoying my classes at the moment.
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