Oh, what joy is this, a Sunday to myself, dedicated to writing a very long seminar presentation on Thomas Aquinas and his view of the passions.

I'm watching the Cenotaph Remembrance Sunday service on TV. I don't feel very patriotic, but I usually do, and I will probably cry by the end of this. I always feel a bit funny about things like this ( Read more... )

I don't even know where to begin with today's sorry tale. I'm not sure it really has a beginning, let alone an end. Pinch, punch, first of the month? Try pinch, punch, great big slap in the face and tears before concert band. I feel so completely stressed out by all of this music stuff. I don't know... ugh. I'm writing simultaneously in OD and LJ ( Read more... )

Oh, erm, it's cold. I am resisting the urge to hug my laptop, which seems to be the only warm thing in the house. I ought to go to bed, really, but I am watching The Cosby Show, stealing music from Nath and talking to Jamie. Tomorrow heralds the arrival of Tom, with whom I lived in Australia during my gap year. I am unspeakably excited at this ( Read more... )

It is five past four in the morning and I've barely even thought about going to bed yet. Today has been spent revelling in the newfound happiness of no more essay deadlines for two months and two days. I actually made it to a concert band social, had four drinks, wandered down Vic Street with Lee, Abbie & Jason, sang a few rounds of "The Lion ( Read more... )