Look, guys, I just schlepped all the way down to the computer lab just to check my internet shit, and there be not enough shit to check. Be more productive. Be fucking plentiful. Begat creative genius unto the world and stuff.

Yeah, so I'm one to talk. Life and, in particular, my brain just aren't very interesting at the moment.

Rough generalisation of my current thought-process: "Work is too much, I'll quit. Should I buy that? Oooh, Episode II in two weeks! Maybe I could just cut down my hours. Gibber, gibber, what the hell am I going to write my thesis on. I need coffee."

Rinse, repeat.