On a saner note
I hope to finish all my reading for the Wind in the Willows/Winnie the Pooh paper tonight. Even if it means I have to go buy a copy of the latter to read at home. I need to write it tomorrow, then spend Saturday/Sunday/Monday working on Dr. Mitchell's paper (because no, in fact, I have nothing to say on British democracy or its consequences, except that I secretly believe it's connected to how much Britain sucks on the international sporting level, rugby this year aside). Which, obviously, requires more reading.
That leaves Tuesday free to work on the Art History paper.
Actually, I may need to buy a copy of both Wind in the Willows and Winnie the Pooh in order to avoid having to write the paper running between three reading rooms dammit, why can I only have 4 books in any one reading room?!
On a not-saner note:
Rhett: "Are you drinking your..."
Me: "Yeah, my fake liqueur."
Max: "Fake liqueur? That's about as useful as a porous condom."
Justin: "I'm sick like a person with an STD is sick. Only I don't actually have an STD."
And finally:
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, BOSTON. WHAT THE HELL. THE INDIANS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE WALKING ALL OVER YOU.
That leaves Tuesday free to work on the Art History paper.
Actually, I may need to buy a copy of both Wind in the Willows and Winnie the Pooh in order to avoid having to write the paper running between three reading rooms dammit, why can I only have 4 books in any one reading room?!
On a not-saner note:
Rhett: "Are you drinking your..."
Me: "Yeah, my fake liqueur."
Max: "Fake liqueur? That's about as useful as a porous condom."
Justin: "I'm sick like a person with an STD is sick. Only I don't actually have an STD."
And finally:
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, BOSTON. WHAT THE HELL. THE INDIANS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE WALKING ALL OVER YOU.