Okay - big essay due in tomorrow, and I’ve not written one word yet. It’s now 1:05 pm (laptop time) and I need to leave for supervision at 5:45 pm. Let the good times roll.
I thought it was going to be on my approach to integration, but to my horror it also needs to be heavily weighed with psychodynamic theory. Pardon me, but wasn’t that what the last little bitch of an essay was on? It’s interesting how I have moved from infatuation with the psychodynamic to something approaching distrust.
ANYWAY.
Onwards and upwards. I got home from physiotherapy awhile ago, and rather than leaping onto the laptop, I spent thiry minutes watching a show called ‘RSPCA: Have you got what it takes?’ and wondering if I shouldn’t train to be an animal cruelty inspector. Bless.
See you in a binute (’Minute’ and ‘bit’ mutated into something wholly more satisfactory to say. Also incorporates the word ‘bin’, which is nice as I am using an afternoon at home not to glory in my time off, but to write an essay. And that’s rubbish!)
Tags: fictionary, Theory, training, writing
