Too warm.

[chess]

According to the BBC, it got up to 31 degrees Celcius today. This, I maintain, is why I want to kill people, or myself, or generally have a VAST STORE OF HATRED.

It doesn't help, of course, that I have only two hours a day free (from eight till ten; I am counting time that I spend eating and walking between places as not being free), that I am not miraculously better at coping with mundane things, and that my head is full of warring voices: "You must make time for God!" "You have no brain and must fall over / hit things!" "The world is rubbish and you should change it!" "The world is rubbish and you should wreck your prospects so that you don't have to be part of it!" "Actually, you're just overheating!"

I keep remembering all the sermons about how if you make time for God He'll make time for you (as in, give you time to make up for it) but I don't have any SPOONS.

At least it is supposed to gain some CLOUDS by tomorrow, so that it will not be defenestrating-innocent-bystanders weather any more. I still think that this whole full-time work / capitalism malarky is a complete crock of vile excrement, though. MAKING MONEY IS A STUPID GOAL AND AS A RACE WE SHOULD THINK OF A BETTER ONE.

Comments

[ahsu.livejournal.com]

Actually, I think the whole "make time for God and he will make time for you" thing is a crock. It's not a matter of deserving God, or of making space for God. If God is paying attention, he knows you're up against the wall, and he's making time for you anyway.