Genious is 90 % perspiration

Strange that, even knowing this, I keep waiting for inspiration.

And have done so for the past two days.
You see, now there are only 14 days remaining for the finishing of one whole paper - so far unwritten - and a synthesis of everything.

My mother will phone me in a few minutes to check how it's progressing.
I will tell her that I feel better, but that I haven't done a thing yet.

I have made it to level eight on my current favourite yahoo games game.

I have been to the loo, and not had any of the cold coffee leftovers from yesterday. I have found some of my notes.

I suck.

No I don't.
I'm just. Trying to work. Trying to get started.
The start is the worst.
Genious is ten per cent inspiration and ninety percent perspiration.

When I've talked to my mother I'll go out and have a cigarette. My first one in daylight in five years or more. But, first, I'll write a paragraph or so.

Thanks for listening.