Fucking miserable right now. I'm currently lying back on my bed with my keyboard on my lap, my mouse on the mattress next to me looking a meter and a hallf accross the room to my computer screen. I'm meant to be writing an essay, it's very important, due tomorrow etc. but I can't fucking do it i these damn conditions. see, we recently moved house, and not that I'm complaing about the house, it's a nice house, it's just that I ordered a desk a week and a half ago and the fuckheads still havn't delivered it! My monitor is propped up on wine boxes so i can see it throgh my knees, when I sit close to the computer I'm generally sittig next to it sitting o a crushed box ful of Uni bookks, my keyboard o my knees, my mouse is to the right of me on the sae winebox my monitor is perilously perched upon, I have to turn my head sideways all the damn time.
What else? Oh yeah, my eyes fucking hurt. It's because of sitting so far away from the computer screen and still trying to write sht. I can't actually read what I'm writing right now, I'm just hoping I havn't made any typoes, but I'm sure i have becasesome of the keys on my keyboard have to be punched down fairly hard.The essay I'm supposed to be writing is due tomorrow - I don't fucking care about Sir Geoffrey Palmer's White Paper proposal to amend the New Zealand Bill of Rights and I don't know who does!
Oh, and Salient faled to run my cartoon in this week's edition - the NZ cartoonist convention thing that I didn't go to because i was working wa o in the weekend so they replaced me with a compilation of all the cartoonists who were there doing a 20 panel thing. Seein some published work of mine would have brightened up an otherwise abysmal day.
I wouldn't be so god damned kranky you know if the fuckers would get my god damned desk to me! I mean it's not that hard! It's amazing how one key aspect lik not having a desk can do to your mood.
Fucking miserable. Ty out.
What else? Oh yeah, my eyes fucking hurt. It's because of sitting so far away from the computer screen and still trying to write sht. I can't actually read what I'm writing right now, I'm just hoping I havn't made any typoes, but I'm sure i have becasesome of the keys on my keyboard have to be punched down fairly hard.The essay I'm supposed to be writing is due tomorrow - I don't fucking care about Sir Geoffrey Palmer's White Paper proposal to amend the New Zealand Bill of Rights and I don't know who does!
Oh, and Salient faled to run my cartoon in this week's edition - the NZ cartoonist convention thing that I didn't go to because i was working wa o in the weekend so they replaced me with a compilation of all the cartoonists who were there doing a 20 panel thing. Seein some published work of mine would have brightened up an otherwise abysmal day.
I wouldn't be so god damned kranky you know if the fuckers would get my god damned desk to me! I mean it's not that hard! It's amazing how one key aspect lik not having a desk can do to your mood.
Fucking miserable. Ty out.
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