h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Currently depression is setting in to a level even greater than it normally does, which is not a good sign, bearing in mind the normal level of depression which, well, sets in. Work is mounting up, and having taken yesterday afternoon off to watch the rugby, here I am thinking about having to do some work on a Saturday. Normally I reserve think about doing some work to weekdays, when, kept busy by the constant flow of other things to do I never actually get beyond thinking about it. This is Saturday though, and there is a miniscule chance that the thinking may evolve into doing. I also have "fresher's flu", a common university phenomenun brought on by amassing the creme-de-la-creme of the UK's germs in one place at one time. Combine this with the state of students' living accomodation, the collective amount of sleep we all get (at last count it was 52 hours divided between a campus of 20,000 people) and you get what is to most influenza viruses what trepanning is to an asparin. Similarly my inter-personal skills seem to be sneezing and coughing their way toward complete hopelessness. I feel that I have just forgotten how to do it. I've forgotten how to be nice, how to strike up interesting conversations. I know I am capable because I can think about hundreds of things at the same time, it's just that no-one is interested in any of them.