I seriously question myself.

schiarire extended the offer to psycho-analysis her latest story- here- and so I did. Um. But it sort of turned into an essay. Which I am putting up mainly so that Ji can go "Er... Yes! I did that on purpose!" Which just proves what wonderful bullshit English is, really.

( Impromptu random essay I didn't have to DO? What am I, CRAZY? )

I think perhaps Ji is right, and I DO have too much free time.
In other news, I got my guesstimate, and my maths homework is to dream about white picket fences.