How the hell are you supposed to do this?

OK, I feel like I ought to put down all the who I am, what I do etc etc stuff that might make it possible for someone coming in from outside to understand this, rather than it just being a diary I keep that just happens to be online. And maybe funny-ish. I guess this comes from reading Bitch PhD and wondering if actually anyone will just happen by this crap at random. If you are reading this, anonymous Dr whatever, I'd back away now. Nothing to see here and so forth.

I suppose this stuff really goes in the personal column, but anyway I'm an astrophysics PhD student in the UK. I act a bit. Anything else I can add as I go along I guess.

OK, that really wasn't much.

Quit with the minutia of my life and stick to the broad ranging stuff that anyone can read and have an opinion of? Well I'm never sure of my opinions, especially about real life stuff. Also I think the minutia is life.

Anyway, today started with an empty office when I got there after 10, and continued with W.'s incomprehension that others might not follow his crap. I can't help but feel that as his student I ought to follow his work on this. Helping, suggesting, improving. Doing something basically. Unfortuately the man has little concept of what a good explanation is and I don't help. It is so easy to smile and nod and let everything drift by. Damn my laziness and his complete absence of socil skills. I'm smarter than everyone around me by a clear head and it hs been of no use for me whatsoever except in the feeling smug and superior stakes.

Here's a lesson for you kids out there. Success in school means diddly. Have more fun, just make sure you can read write and do simple maths.

Whenever I was pushed into doing something as a chore in school it became a chore in my later life. I took no joy in reading until I got to about 20 and went for some Doestoyevsky and Dante, rather than the Dickens, Bronte or Austen that was pushed at me as a kid. I equate exercise with P.E. lssons and being the slowest kid in the class, so now, having taken on the role as the guy who exercises his brain not his body, I never get involved in anything sporty. I took on the role back in school and got stuck with it.

That was a really disorganised paragraph that started out railling at schools then ended out about taking roles upon ourself.

Probably shouldn't write at midnight. Right, change some headers then watch West Wing.