The clock ticks on

Once again, it's late. The keys are clacking furiously as I try to put together a Quirky Muffin worthy of its name and time is passing by inexorably.

After so many months of living along I've had a house guest for the last few days. It's an odd experience to suddenly have someone to talk to and play games with, and hopefully there will be other guests before I have to leave Aberystwyth again.

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I'm going to have to leave Aberytwyth again.

I really don't want to go. It's so hard to come back to this place I lost once before and now to lose it again. If only there were some way to summon an immediate success out of thin air and consolidate my position as a researcher... but there is not. I'll have to leave again.

There's hope though... some progress has been made in the grand tapestry of research and possible triumphs lurk in the too-distant future, if only they can be teased out and illuminated in the proper fashion. It's possible... mostly possible... maybe a little possible... oh well, utterly impossible but fun to think about. There's always ASDA and writing stories. (Note: 'Possible' is binary, you can't be mostly possible or a little possible, only strictly possible or impossible.)

On story writing there has been progress in roughing out the remainder of 'The Disappearance'. It's hard to make an extended story out of such a silly concept but the potential is now there. Two word hint on current plan: Residual effects. Now, if that's not a tease, then what is?

O.

PS Everything I've said about plain chocolate digestives is true, and we should all be very afraid.