(Originally Written Monday, October 3rd, 2005)

I feel like I've done something horrible, like betraying a best friend, or kicking a wounded elderly man while he was counting on me for support. That's right ladies and gentlemen, I have written a bad essay.

I don't mean a bad essay as in "I'm going to fail with this essay". On the contrary, I expect it to get get a moderate to good mark. But the material itself is horrible. It is entitled "The Importance of Social Structures in Everday Socialization". How many times can you say social? To make it worse I proofread it myself. It's like taking a shit, and then afterwords rolling in it. I will never read this essay again, with the possible exception of adding HTML for it so that it could go online as an example of why good literature has become a crippled old man. That's right, it was a metaphore. When I get it back, I will glance at the mark and then place it in a waste bin with some NaN and a well-lit match.

In other news, Bronson does not like me spending too much time on this essay. He demands my attention now. And always. When I came in from walking the dog this aft and had one hand full of dog, and the other full of mail, he decided to sneak out. I grabbed him imediatly (excuse my spelling but I just wrote a five page essay) and then let him smell a maple tree. Suddenly he realised I wasn't dragging him inside and assumed we were going on a vet-visit. He clawed me with his back-toes trying to get back in the house. I tried to assure him that it was ok and we weren't visiting the vet but that's what we say when we are visiting the vet.

He has now realised I'm talking about him and has decided his proper place to insure my not writing anything bad is to lie on my rght arm. I have transfered him to my shoulder so I can write these finl lines.

There will be a new gif tomorrow or the next day. Thanks Em for helping me out of my slum. I'm not completely out of it but talking to you and handing this essay has done wonders.

Love, 

The Doctor