Mission update - Gone and forgotten

I am exhausted and relieved. My final essay for my last paper of my OU degree is done. It is not a very good one, but it should do the job. In a short while I am off to the Crawley post office to queue for a long while, where it will be posted off in a strangely anti-climatic way. Then I will go to Greggs, that bastion of cheap, basic and unhealthy lunches, where I will eat a greasy, peppery vegetable pasty (vegies consisting of potato and peas, for those interested). I've just been to the Greggs site as a matter of fact, my interest piqued by writing about it. On their (poorly written and cumbersome) site, they state: 'We would like to thank you for visiting and if you are a customer, for your tremendous loyalty and support.' This baffles me. It sounds like something terribly bad has happened and they are almost surprised that people are continuing to buy from them. Have I missed something? Anyway, this web banner would seem to indicate that they do regard their customers as passionate people (but not passionate about good food, just cheap food), so maybe their customers' loyalty and support is indeed 'tremendous'. Passionate about pasties? Not theirs, that's for sure. Although 'feed your apathy' doesn't have quite the same ring to it, does it?

On another completed unrelated note, I have been slightly disappointed to discover that my workplace is about to ban internet sites not feasibly related to work. I know this means Facebook, so therefore there go my Scrabulous games (which increase my wordpower and creativity, thus my ability to write good copy). Boo. I also suspect that access to blogspot will be restricted, so bye bye lunchtime updates and the positive feeling engendered by embarking on a mission. Boo.
Apparently there has been 'widespread abuse of the internet lately', hence the militant crackdown. But for people like me, who really don't have enough to do every day anyway, and rely on frivolous sites to keep me sane and thus productive, I fear the decision may be the beginning of my descent into madness.
I am already halfway there anyway. I didn't remember Mission 014 that I forgot, so I have failed that.
Well I must go now. The post office queue calls.

Mission 014 - Memory Blues

I am suffering memory loss. For the life of me I can't remember what mission I was going to write here.
Now I'm trying not to become annoyed at myself for forgetting (in line with my previous mission).
Actually, I suspect this general lack-of-memory is linked to the important essay that I'm trying to produce by next Tuesday. Earlier this year I noticed that I had the same problem about the same time as an exam. It appears that my brain reaches capacity in times of intellectual stress and pushes out all perceived non-essential information (like the name of Keira Knightley, which escaped me earlier today and then came back to me an hour after I was looking for it) to make way for the necessary information (such as how Kant's Critique of Judgement influences literary prize judging). Do not, I repeat (for my own benefit) do not invite me to join your pub quiz team at the moment.
After next Tuesday I expect things will improve, and once again I will remember word for word everything the Buckwell has ever said and done in the past and use it against him in future arguments.
In the meantime, I am going to buy myself some fish oil, or Omega 3 or whatever it's called.
That's not my mission, by the way. My mission is to remember the mission I was going to write here to begin with.