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I'm so unmotivated at the moment. I've been trying to type up this section of my disseratation all day and so far I can only manage to summon momentum to write up approximately 50 words at a time. Then I sort of zone out until my attention suddenly snaps back to what it should be focusing on I realise its about 45 minutes later and I've still got loads to do. I've calculated that this means I'm averaging approximately 1.11 words every minute which is quite frankly appalling progress. I reckon I'd probably write more if stuck a pencil between my butt cheeks and just waggled it in the vague direction of the computer keyboard at this rate.

But before I start feeling like a big old failure lets just have a few moments of respectful applause for what I've managed to achieve over the course of the past weekend. Not only have I completed all the tutorial work thats due for this coming week but I've also finished my breast cancer essay (a landmark piece of scientific literature as its the first essay I've ever completed more than 45 minutes before its due to be handed in) the hand in date for which is 4 O'clock on Thursday and I've managed to piss off my housemates Wideload and Newby! The last of these things is quite an achievement considering I've not actually seen either of them for about the last 2 weeks (bad dreams aside).

I'm not actually sure what I've done, but I have a sneaky suspicion it may have something to do with me drinking a bottle and a half of red wine on Friday night, locking the front door, falling into a drink induced coma and not knowing the two of them had gone out and so when they came back they couldn't get in. They knocked on the door, they rang my phone and even tried throwing things at my bedroom window to get me to come down and let them in but I couldn't be stirred. It was only the next day when Essex told me that she had to go and let them in that I knew anything about it.

Whoops! Honestly though its really not my fault. Recently Wideload and Newby have stopped talking to everyone in our house apart from eachother and at a push they'll talk to me if they want something, in this case letting into the house. Usually they don't go out at the same time, therefore when one of them goes out, if the front door gets locked, the other one can open it and let them in. Unfortuntely on Friday, they went out together and because nobody knew they were out, they got locked out. The result of this being they were forced to acknowledge the presence of Essex and apparently they weren't happy about that.

Photographic evidence of a conversation in progress. Look and learn Newby and Wideload, its really not that difficult.

I've hardly spent much time in my house the last few weeks so whats prompted their mute behaviour is beyond my comprehension of thought or my ability to care. I didn't lock them out deliberately but if they want to stop things like Friday night happening again they should just come out and say what their problem is. Otherwise, I'm predicting a lot more late night door knocking for them if they're not careful.