Aaaargh...

...self-referencing nostalgia! Have been reading the archives of my own blog, and getting not exactly nostalgic but distinctly uncomfortable at how geeky I was back in June (and when it's that short a time ago it suggests that I still am*), and at how I've achieved absolutely nothing and gone absolutely nowhere (metaphorically, not physically) since leaving Cambridge, which is now, erm, 8 weeks ago... oh, actually that's not as long as I'd feared... still too long for what I've achieved in that time... and of course the final four weeks there were a bit pointless too.

Anyway, basically, no idea what I'm doing atm, am about to give up hope of ever sorting my room out; apparently I just don't have the motivation to get on with it... need to make some plans of some kind, stop regretting the past, find a future, etc. etc.

In other words, I can see the Master Plan becoming prominent again in the next few days... ... but don't worry, it's not ripe for execution...

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*Fact is, I'm generally mortified at the memory of practically anything I've ever said or done... and when not mortified, regretful because those cases of non-mortification are rare... I prithee remember that before judging me too harshly...