I need a bigger desk…but I’ve got a motorbike

I have a problem with my desk…

I need about twice as much desk as I’ve got, and this is just for writing a 2000 word essay with a few faffy little references – this is not some meajor epic like my dissertation – for which I’ve got an entire folder full of papers. Books. Notes….

I need a way bigger desk. Way bigger. Suddenly I miss the desk I used to have in Bishopston, although that was always so covered in crap as to be impossible to use like I need. This is why we have ‘the floor’. Utilising ‘the floor’ enables me to spread my work out in a network like way where a paper’s position is representitive of a miriad of different thoughts in my head; including its usefulness, the recentness of its use, whether it’s a ‘good’ or ‘bad’ paper. I’ve got this whole map in my head when I’m sat on the floor. This is why I should use the laptop for work.

The other reason I should use the laptop for work is because my machine has started, randomly, connecting to a mailserver which is not my own. I’m suspecting that some of the reasons for it’s slowness may not be entirely pure-driven-snow in their origins. Fucknuts. Still, once I’ve got this essay out the way I’ll have to spend a day shuffling files; and then we’ll do the mamoth scale reinstall I’ve been planning for a while. Maybe I should take this opportunity to fork out for a current-and-supported graphics card. I can’t really afford one at the moment though. Oh arse, I need to do that form. I’ll do that now (petrol reclaim, do we like the flow of conciousness).

However, in the ‘good’ news segment of the day, I’ve won a new frame for my ‘zed. 16.60 plus petrol. I may be odd, but I tend to side with ‘a new frame’ rather than welding up my old one. I know it means changing my ‘zed identity – since it’s frame based – but I’ll soon have her back together… in fact, it should only take me a couple of days. Of course, it’s *way too bloody cold* to ride at the moment, so it can take me a little while longer, which means I can take the time to get my ‘zed the way I want her. Of course, this comes after I’ve done this essay. So um, yeah. I’ve started at least.

Arse. I can’t believe my machine’s got something unpleasant on it. Or I can. Because it’s so painfully fucking slow. Gah.