Derrick Segsby

Ello stranger.

Well last night was rather a turn-up for the books.
I got in about five-ish, got a cuppa, glass of water and two cans of pop for sustainment and set into my essay like a pack of hungry wolves into a lamb. Restructured it all and once I'd got some kind of a relevant discourse for which to slap in all the buzz words I needed I got to work and you know what Derrick?

I actually enjoyed it.

Things were fitting together as easy as duplo blocks and everything seemed to make sense. I could read through the jargon and get at what it was really on about. It is quite bizarre how we need complex languages to explain something quite easy in principle. But then again, things that are 'easy' in principle actually aren't, it's just we're so used to understanding them that explaining them through is a foreign process nobody really needs or ever confronts.

Happy chappy as I am with my 3000ish words for a 2000 word essay I still am quite eager to get back into it. I've built my essays skeleton and turned what was a clumsy thalidomide's mixed up anatomy into a fully limbed and toned body. I want Schwarzenegger though. I want an essay with pecs to knock down buses.

Great thing is I'm actually interested enough still to have the energy to take my essay to the gym.