Lassitude

Now that the thesis has been submitted, I feel lassitudinal. I applied for my passport this morning, and now there doesn't seem to be anything particularly urgent to do, although I still need to figure out what I will be doing and where I will be living over the next few weeks/months. Anyway, I cannot urge myself to deal with it.

Perhaps my torpor is due to my attempt to watch the last two sessions of the World Snooker final yesterday. I got to about 11.45pm, but had to give up because Ebdon was putting together a good comeback. If only he had just given up, it would have been over nice and early and everyone could have gone to bed. Dott doesn't seem like a winner; whenever Hendry, O'Sullivan or Williams get ahead in a final, they don't look like they will lose. However, Dott seems to be like the rest of us...he gets a lead, panics, starts to think about what he's doing and then loses his head. Very much like me playing golf, except that I never get a lead.

Even though the final was long and attrite (?), I still think that snooker is one of the highlights of the BBC year.