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i got up this morning at 9:00 (on three hours' sleep), took a shower, and went to a lecture on Browning and Tennyson. i get to the lecture and it's a guest lecturer who specializes in realist poetry and the dramatic monologue (and the monodrama, naturally). so i'm thinking, "okay. i got up early and i'm really tired but it's going to be worth it." this little old woman giving the lecture is hysterical and she actually starts off giving a really interesting lecture. it lulls abit when she reads aloud Browning's "My Last Duches" and parts of Tennyson's "Maude". but i'm still thinking, "it'll be interesting when she's starts explaining it." well, no. she reads her two passages and then she says, "I think that it's all self-explanatory. Let's call it a morning." so i got up on three hours' sleep for half a lecture that was really just a poetry reading. que sera.