A Celebration of Sporadity

Is sporadity a word?

I have waved a cheery farewell (and by that I mean a sweaty, sweary, exhausted farewell) to the semester, going out on a bang by beginning my final essay, of a few thousand words and forty percent of the mark, on the day it was due. Still, such horrors are now behind me, never to be repeated again, said America, after the invasion of... everywhere. And yet, as US soldiers continue to force the uplifting and inspiring message of democracy on all and sundry, so I will find myself, mumbling swears and banging like a mad thing on the keyboard, with forty minutes to go. Such, as they say, is life.
This semester has certainly been energetic, with uni five days a week, work three days a week and.... no, actually, that's all I did. Ever.
I am all but reeling from the effort and I think some of my brain has actually given up and died (I keep forgetting what things are- I called a wooden spoon 'the brown stirry device' and a watch 'the circular time machine' yesterday) but now I have four happy days of... nothing. No work, no uni, just happily waiting to head off to Western Australia. I will attempt in this period to write a blog daily, just to ensure that I remember words.
Words like... smithereens.