deeeaaaath

That title is not supposed to be as morbid as it sounds. Instead, as I scanned some of the Ship of Fools website this morning I came across some more "gadgets for God" that should be shared. When you pass on, why not get your family to buy you a Talking Tombstone? Or how about a Glow Grave? Or if you have lost someone special, why not send an Afterlife Telegram? For only $5 a word, we will find a terminally ill patient for you who will hunt down your loved one beyond the grave and pass on the message to them.

As may be guessed from this, I am having a rather boring day. I should be writing an essay but I just can't be bothered, so I'm doing everything else - washing the dishes, tidying the house, dusting, for goodness' sake. I may even go completely overboard and vacuum! My dad isn't coming back for another week and a bit, so I don't need to do this until Friday at least... but this is the sort of thing that always gets done when it's a choice of essay-writing or housework.

Actually, I'm having a bit of a direction crisis over my English papers. I haven't done any actual Literature papers since first year, until now, and over the last year I think I must have lost a lot of my Englishy leanings. I love History a lot more and I can analyse things in a much more sophisticated way in History essays. With this English essay I'm having trouble saying anything that doesn't sound banal.

Photos: this is why mowing the lawn should be avoided - it makes for nice photos. I have, at least, mowed the lawns where people can see them. But there seems to be no good reason to mow the lawns that only I can see, at least until my father gets back.