Yep, I am finally about to finish my studies... just three exams left and already I can't give a damn. Just three teeny-weeny little 2 hour exams in the space of 3 weeks and I can't be bothered to read my notes or do any other form of study.

On a bright note, I am experiencing a nice flow of creative energy that I hope to maintain for at least another week before I will be forced to smother it like the screaming infant that it is.

OK, nasty analogy there, apologies all round but if you have read a Bill Bryson book then you will understand where that came from. An American with British black humour... intriguing...

Future job prospects in the law remain as vague as the law itself, but here's to hoping!

I am loving haikus at the moment. So quick to write but with just enough of a challenge in trying to squeeze as much meaning into 17 syllables as possible. Brevity is, with doubt, more difficult than verbosity.

My novels remain neglected and are gathering dust somewhat but, somewhere in my brain, a flame still burns and I can still recall the old ideas I had. Also, I really want to revamp the earlier chapters of the Xzessth story. I KNOW now that I can do a much better job as I know that I am growing as a writer, though I still have a long way to go.

Did I mention that Charles Dickens wrote 'Oliver Twist' when he was 25? Did I mention that I super-duper jealous of this fact? Did I also mention how bizarre it is to be jealous of a dead man?

Health note: If you are playing a soccer and big, ugly, red-headed guy wants to kick the ball, my advice is not to put your head near the ball. You see, its these little things that the great minds of our time should be pre-occupied with! High petrol prices? No! Help us avoid taking footwear to the face
I should write a self-help piece: Be Pretty: Don't Get Kicked in the Face!

Finance note: I am currently getting screwed by my boss. Oh! The joys of being a casual employee!

HEY!
BLoW IT OUT YOUR ASS!!!