The incredulity of escape... it keeps people from realising the true potential of escape. Escape is helpful. Right now, I have several minutes in which I do not have to study, because I've have escaped to my fine little slog.

Books, movies, games, stories and much else is helpful, because they help you escape from the world for a little while. Not long enough to hurt small badgers that hide under bridges, but enough to make the mind relax.

It really, really rains now. Good thing the badgers have bridges, isn't it?

Of course, you don't have to have books and stuff to escape this world. All you need is a mind... Preferably your own. The mind can imagine some really cool stuff, you just have to let it wander. Well, mostly wander. A little nudge sometimes, a little pull sometimes, can do wonders. And don't think about the stuff you really have to do... that'll only make you tired. You can do that afterwards. Or tomorrow. Or later (but better do it before it's too late, or you might get into trouble, which will only make things more problematic).

Ah. That reminds me. There's something I should be doing.

The raining is almost over. It's much like it were when I started writing this entry. It was of course then not almost over, but it had barely begun. Oh, well.