Professor Butler is back, and has decided to postpone this week's tutorials. I have to see him on Thursday to talk about my vacation essay, but don't have to hand in my Bunburying essay until next Thursday. It's good to have him back ( Read more... )

I just opened a door inwards into my head. I have a bright red crease across my forehead. It really, really hurts.

I have a cold. A nose-clogging, headache-inducing, throat-ravaging cold. I found it lodged in my head when I woke up this morning. Please insert your own string of expletives here ( Read more... )

I drew me. In my beautiful Christmas present from lj_eulogytobiko. Fear my awesome talent.

( ART )

Ah, now I feel like a student. Crawl out of bed at 11am, watch This Morning. Eat slightly stale toast. Start essay. What a life.

For eugooglytobiko, who challenged me to write an angst poem using only the rhyme 'spud ( Read more... )

I have just spent half an hour elaborating a section of essay plan devoted to why the narrative of Ulysses resembles fractal geometry. This has made me happier than any other piece of work I have done so far here, and somehow I'm finding it difficult right now to get excited about the lecture I have to go to at 2pm on 'Metre, Stanza and Poetic Form ( Read more... )

Well, I hope you're happy. Frankly, you vote for him, you deserve him. Too bad for the millions of people his policies screw over, eh? But I'm sure you usually steer well clear of them.

I don't care how long it takes. I hope the Democrats fight this down to the last ballot paper.

At least neither me nor anyone dear to me lives there.

Thanks to the good people at GAME, I am now the proud owner of Harvest Moon, Animal Crossing and Donkey Konga. W00t.

But, of course, I am going to finish my essay before playing on any of them. Of course.

Fire alarm went off. 9:30 am. Cold, and pissing down with rain. Difficult to say who was less impressed, me in my purple furry slippers, or Flora in her expensive silk dressing gown ( Read more... )