Woe is me

[desperance]

Yes, yes, I know: I said, no more whining.

Hostages to fortune, m'dears. Hostages to fortune.

I came to the Lit & Phil and - calamity! - I forgot my flask of coffee. Which leaves me with nothing to drink but their own thin and unsatisfactory brew. When, as mentioned, I am sans sleep and need the kick of a hefty jolt of caffeine.

I am not sure how long I am going to last. We call this Chaz'z Uncertainty Principle: there's probably an equation. It would need a symbol for fuzzy logic in the brain, a symbol for tremble in the fingers, a symbol for the tendency towards prevarication... (Which reminds me: why do US copy editors hate "towards"? They're always smiting off that final "s", which seems to me - well. Untoward.)

Comments

[dame_grise]

Is that a difference between British and US English? If so, that would explain why I'm always so confused about it.