Fix Up

So. For the first time in a while, I walked down Princes St during rush hour. Oh my. I don't mind the tram works, it's the pedestrians that get my proverbial goat. Holding doors open for people is something I was taught to do when I was wee and I have grown up to appreciate it when others do the same for me. Must admit that it bothers me a wee bit when you do open doors for folk and they don't say cheers or even smile. How hard is it to smile? I may not be the most approachable looking person, or the most smile-inducing, but if I'm standing there holding a door open, it is an action that suggests I am nice?

Sorry - one of those days. Finished my presentation for class tomorrow, it is a test run presentation for the real thing next month. My research question is: What level of influence do the reviews of jazz have on fans of the genre? This semester is speeding past at a frightening rate. Head down, books out for the next wee while I reckon. Last night I fell asleep mid-research. I woke up to discover books and papers, all in the same locations from when I dozed off, over my bed as when I fell asleep. Hmmm...

Think this may look good BIG.