I am in a weird mood tonight.

I was going to write an email to Mallory and Drioux. It was going to go like this:

Hello, Mallory and Drioux. I was just sitting here trying to formulate my thoughts and I realised I do that so much better when I'm writing. Take away my keyboard and my brain shuts down. So I thought that I should write to you two, for many reasons, but chiefly because I feel such a bond with the pair of you. Vague, oh yeah.

This is a very clever scheme because it fulfills multiple purposes. It allows me to get back in touch with Drioux, with whom my correspondance has been sadly...well, absent for the last little while. It allows me to tell him that I am so glad to see him back at the keyboard giving me something to read. It allows me to give him a big virtual hug just for being there.

It also allows me to reply to Mallory, whose email has been sadly sitting in my inbox for at least a week while I went off on a flight of fancy. That is what exam procrastination does to me, I'm afraid. It lets me tell her that I'm delighted to see her back at the helm as well, and I'm simply clapping my hands with glee at her improved situation. Oh, and the redesign is so disgustingly gorgeous I don't know how I'm going to cope with my envy. Redesign myself, I expect. After the exams, though. I don't need any more distractions now. I have enough. It also allows me to say: Yes, we do swear alike. You're the only person I've ever encountered who actually says: "Jesus fuck." I always get so many odd looks when I say that.

And lastly, it allows me to complete the original purpose, which was to order my thoughts by a rambling dissertation. Feel free to not read this part, should you have better things to do (eat, sleep, clean the fish tank...).

At this point, all of a sudden what I wanted to say was either gone, or just didn't look so important any more. I was left swinging idly on my chair, Insurge declaiming the ills of the international system in the background, and the light fading fast. I played Puzzle Bobble for three quarters of an hour while singing along to the Pixies and thinking about German grammar.

I'm in a weird mood tonight.