Bored, bored, bored. Cabin fever a-go-go. How can a body be so bored and yet so busy? Looks like another all-nighter for Our Protagonist. Deadlines to the left of me, deadlines to the right of me, volleyed and thundered. If I get through this degree it's going to take me till retirement age to get my breath back.

Why didn't I do this back when I was 18? Why didn't I do media studies or social work? Who shot JR? Who cares. I want a beeeeeer.