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Meh. I just spent the morning (or to be fair, the half of the morning I didn't spend sleeping or snuggled up in my pyjamas and fleece housecoat reading Sharon Farmer on Marmoutier) in the grips of a protracted attack of sartorial panic. It seems to have been brought on, as these things usually are, by a conflict between the weather, the laundry situation, and what I actually want to wear. As these things usually do, it turned into an anxiety-fuelled multiple outfit-rejecting hour of grump, but I've emerged from it dressed. Lumberjack-check plaid flannel from Roots, blue jeans, and black cotton-twill sundress-over-pants are always there for me.
Now, all that stands between me and convincing myself to go to the archives is my hair, which has chosen today to be awful (trying on outfits may not have helped). Is it a conspiracy to keep me from leaving my room?
By rights I should look at the microfilm of the cartulary of Saint-Melaine today, but I may allow myself to look at more of the fonds La Borderie instead, in the interests of getting something done.
Also, there is so much to do and so little time. *Hides*
This entry was originally posted at http://monksandbones.dreamwidth.org/665409.html. Talk to me here or there, whichever you prefer.
Now, all that stands between me and convincing myself to go to the archives is my hair, which has chosen today to be awful (trying on outfits may not have helped). Is it a conspiracy to keep me from leaving my room?
By rights I should look at the microfilm of the cartulary of Saint-Melaine today, but I may allow myself to look at more of the fonds La Borderie instead, in the interests of getting something done.
Also, there is so much to do and so little time. *Hides*
This entry was originally posted at http://monksandbones.dreamwidth.org/665409.html. Talk to me here or there, whichever you prefer.