I just stared at a patch of sunlight reflected on the floor until it became pulsing fist of light.

Lauryn Hill is singing that song that we have all listened to through at least one break-up if not more. Luckily once you hear it again, it's just a very good song.

Although I still dig up that feeling of walking aimlessly in this weather, though now some years ago, in the same fist of sunshine, down the canal. Headphones jammed so far into my ears it's like I want them to meet in the middle and eviscerate all the painful words echoing in my head.

Anyways, that was then. This is now, and now I have a research direction to explore.. Which is probably why I am becoming melancholic and distracted. For an ambitious person. I sure do hate to work.

The thing is this assignment to answer 22 questions about the kind of research I want to do. It's not impossible, in fact it will be fun. I'll do it (soon.. I swear - Just as soon as I get back from the gym).

But why does this have to be a paper? I hate papers I hate MSword I hate hate hate it.
I would be so freaking happy to sit down with a friend or two who are into this kind of thing, buy them each a couple of cups of coffee/ beers and flip the switch on an mp3 recorder. The ensuing discussion would make the most interesting research direction podcast you can imagine.

In fact if you want fidelity to the spirit of question games, then we'll do it while on a long road trip, each of us having to pee with varying degrees of severity.

Clearly the fact that my parents raised me to believe I was something special has had an unfortunate consequence on my ability to toe the line.

Maybe is I set some ground rules:

- I can leave and go to the gym if I can produce answers to questions 1 - 7 this afternoon.

That sounds fair doesn't it?