It's the old moods again. Probably close to the time of the month. Probably bored of being alone. Probably unstimulated personally by not having been at work. Probably worried about the essay for the dreaded. Probably a bit cold and tired and antsy.
Been reading about research into Major Depressive Disorder. A man who seems something of a hero when it comes to animals and who bears the appropriate name of Andrew Knight has claimed - after a lot of research - that animal models are not much cop when it comes to understanding or finding treatments for MDD. But they still use them. So I seem likely to be using Sir Andrew's research in my essay.
It's about how Empirical Ethics is better placed than pure theory to resolve real life biomedical issues. I will have an imaginary proposal for research into a new drug for treatment resistant MDD which will use a number of rats and some primates. It would be better to find a real proposal, but I'd need a friendly medic and I don't think I know any. Oh, maybe my cousin Janine!
That's a good thought. I will message her.
Anyway, I have been doing some work on this while trying out a new programme called 'Scrivener' that is meant to help you write. As in, help you with organisation. My other method is the back of a huge picture frame and post-its. This is quite good but I am worried about the glass and the post-its don't stick very well.
I received my second mark. Not as good as the first one but I guess I'm content enough. Ish. Well, not MDD about it at any rate. The markers said I needed to find my own 'philosophical voice'. Yeah, right. I feel SHUT OUT of that academy by my wide and divergent framework of beliefs, interests and ways of being.
Climb that gate, Crone. Get in.
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