My brain at the moment is working at the rate of a very profound subspace highway, as usual. Right now, that same subspace highway is experiencing a fucking traffic jam. Not the best of things to happen.

So here I am, honking my horn in the middle of this traffic jam and shouting profanities at the other ‘drivers’ in front of me. Those drivers turn around and tell me to wait my fucking turn because there are more important thoughts to be considered at this particular moment in time. This is all well and good as I have no problem with pondering upon ethical and moral issues but I have to do my fucking homework!

I guess I need to find a way to trick motivate my brain so that it will speed up this traffic jam and allow me to wittingly critisize the style of this overly melancholy extract from the world-renowned work of Gothic literature: Frankenstein. Alas, this isn’t working. I could spew profanities about this all day/night/whatever but I just don’t have the time nor the anger management to restrict myself to mere profanities. I’m becoming increasingly violent. I fear for my laptop.

However, the voice of logic and reason (and all things that make sense) tells me to get on with the essay before the pain in my wrist increases in severity and prevents me from continuing any further. Besides, violently attacking the laptop at my finger tips will not help anything.