Oh Lord. Why oh why did we insist on bringing that bottle of Absinthe back from Prague ( Read more... )

Yo from Belfast ( Read more... )

Three days to go. I've been invested in this mammoth academic term paper insanity project for two weeks straight now and if I weren't so close to finished I do believe I would go insane. No,really ( Read more... )

Waiting with baited breath for the new episode of Lost to download. It's taking longer today than usual, so Carolyn and Ali have run off to do various things, leaving me in charge of watching a small gray line creep slowly to the right ( Read more... )

It's been a refreshingly low-key day. Woke late after staying up late paper planning and watching Monday Night Football. Planned my TEFL lesson and putzed about on the internet. Stretched my legs, drank some coffee, gazed out the window at the rising oblong windows in the flats opposite ours, bathed in sunshine ( Read more... )

I love the secure sensation of sitting inside smothered by warmth and protection while outside it huffs and puffs and snows the world into a white madness. I'm impressed after the fact at various UK weather bureau's precision in predicting this snowstorm. First they said it would be Monday and when that didn't pan out then said Tuesday...and on ( Read more... )

Currently steeped in early 20th c. Irish drama.

Down: J.M. Synge, The Playboy of the Western World and Dierdre of the Sorrows.
Still to come: W.B. Yeats, Cathleen ni Houlihan, Dierdre, and On Baile's Strand. All relatively short, thank God ( Read more... )

Add one part boredom
one part anxiety
three pivotal texts and about fourteen-odd supplementary texts
a pinch of restlessness
a splash of determination
two splashes of intese fear of failure
one episode of Lost as many distractions as you'd like ( Read more... )

fresh from a hardy bout vs. good old master Yeats. my eyes are beginning to trouble me. Carolyn and Ali believe that the source of my problems is the immense amount of reading i'm constantly attending to coupled with the inordinate time I spend before the computer. i buy this explanation to a degree: i DO read a LOT, but I've spend hours in ( Read more... )

My eyeballs are numb. My ass has become one with the grooves of this chair...or perhaps the other way around. After staring at an lcd wasteland of letters and punctuation marks for the majority of the weekend I am afforded a brief respite. Actually, I am no way afforded a respite. I'm meant to have read all 400 some odd pages of Rushdie's ( Read more... )