It's a very traditional combination, at least. It doesn't seem that long ago I was writing my thesis on a bottle of Jamesons. (Not literally on a bottle of Jamesons, that would have required a somewhat greater sense of balance than that of which I was possessed, particularly after a couple of shots. Neither was the subject of the thesis a bottle of Jamesons. At least it wasn't intended to be. Though that would explain the final mark.)
And yet, now, when I try to get the study muscle going with a quiet glass of red, instead of hours of profitable learning, I end up asleep on the couch.
I can think of a few possible explanations for this:
- I should be using whiskey, not red wine
- The study matter is so boring I would fall asleep regardless of the study aid
- All this going to work nonsense has made my study muscle flabby - I need to spend less time in the office and more time in the pub
In the interests of scientific rigour, I intend to thoroughly investigate each of these hypothoses, in order to arrive at a conclusion of some sort.
Yea and verily.
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