…some of the rubbish you can write when the mood takes you. Like that earlier post, about Morpheus. I mean, yeah, Sandman is great, but re-reading it, it is like I’m on drugs.

Man.

Finding a similar thing re-writing bits of my thesis which I wrote a year ago, when I was evidently more self-obssessed and, well, verbose. Crikey, I can’t stop myself. I just keep writing ridiculoulsy wordy sentences.

Intense weekend of re-writing going on here. It’s actually a lot more interesting than I expected, if still not particularly enticing or fun in any way.