Do you still think that way about me now?

We are currently (slowly) redoing all the bedrooms at home, and right now it's my little sister Amy's turn. So Dad was doing something on the floor - I dunno, sawing or something, and no, I don't know what for - and he hit a central heating pipe. Water! Everywhere! *flails and glubs*

Well, actually I didn't flail and glub, cos I'm here in Belfast and missed all the fun of a flooded bedroom and no hot water :( And I really wanted to be at home yesterday, even before I knew about the burst pipe. I had a miserable, depressing day, looking at all the work I have to do and realising that I have no motivation for any of it. It wasn't made any better by Tennant's ViTal disturbing my concentration. I thought I heard U2 and Dido (though I could be wrong about that); I know they had Maroon 5, cos I saw them starting when I went to the pool (the concert was being held behind the PEC), and later I heard Franz Ferdinand and Scissor Sisters (though by that time, I was feeling better and enjoyed listening in). *looks at the link* And there's more on today: Faithless, Futureheads, Kings of Leon. The only ones whose music I've heard is Faithless. But they're getting a much better day. Yesterday, it rained constantly, and today, it's all lovely and sunny.

[Edit]: Today is Amy's first day at secondary school. Mum was texting me, getting a little weepy over her youngest growing up *hugs Mum*

I read and read, and Foucault just keeps dribbling off my eyeballs. It's not going in and it's not making sense, and the thought of reading even something else makes me feel more tired and distracted.

I suppose it's not as bad as yesterday. Yesterday I was so angry and desperate about the whole thing; I wanted to quit so badly. I daydreamed yesterday about job interviews. JOB INTERVIEWS. And they were HAPPY daydreams. Today is more of a dull spirit-crushing slog thing. To be honest, I'm only on LJ to have something to do that's NOT PhD. LJ is my guilty distraction.

I want to go to the cinema tonight but there is (a) the problem of what to see, cos there's nothing on at the Dublin Road cinema that catches my attention, (b) the problem of who to go with and (c) the problem of the guilt that I really ought to be getting Foucault finished. Bakhtin, I was able to use even though I haven't finished him; Bakhtin, I understood, he made sense and he gave me lots of great quotes I could use. Foucault is... ugh. He repeats himself a lot, and I still don't get it the 500th time around. It's Hayden White all over again.

All you NaNoWriMo people, I wish you luck and look forward to hearing all about it :) Maybe next year...

Yesterday, I banged my head off a brick wall. Repeatedly. Which might have been more productive than what I actually did do, which was to read Hayden White's Tropics of Discourse, which was one of the books suggested to me at my differentiation. It has no direct relevance to my project; I think the idea is that it's supposed to teach me how to think in a particular way. But it's hard to think when you're running to the dictionary every other sentence. And when I finished, it boiled down to admitting that you don't have a clue what you're talking about and you're probably completely wrong anyway; also, something about whether your rhetoric was metaphorical, metonymic, synecdochal or ironic. Yes. Thanks. That really helped. *Goes back to productively banging her head off the wall*

( I wonder if they would accept a thesis composed entirely from memes? )

I've noticed something: that slander meme that's been going about? I've never appeared on it yet.