Actually, I'm quite tired now...
Prayers at eight...
And then I worked until class at ten...
There was some lunch somewhere, although I am not sure that sweetcorn & chips was exactly nutritionally great...
HAP on religion was OVER an hour and a half and made my brain hurt somewhat. Although we did get to hear about a greyhound who became a saint, which was mildly diverting.
And now I have about half an hour until my next hour and a half class. HAP again, this time in college, and on "All history is cultural history". Bleh.
Then I will have tea, then I will do some work & have a shower and go to bed.
I am not going to Rangers tonight, much as I would like to, because I am feeling tired and not-terribly-well in an all-overish way & there is the issue of the work mountain (of doom) to contend with. (Might I just mention how fine the Rosie is, incidentally, because when I whinged at her just now about feeling a bit wobbly she said: *strokes duvet in a frantic manner - prevention is better than cure* which I personally consider to be very fine...)
The cinema last night was good & as I haven't really seen Helen-my-wife much this term it was nice to spend some time with her. She had a hat. She informed me it is her being a 1930s detective hat. And it may cause extraordinarily beautiful women to fall for her. Presumably a hat to be used responsibly.
I think my brain has died...
And then I worked until class at ten...
There was some lunch somewhere, although I am not sure that sweetcorn & chips was exactly nutritionally great...
HAP on religion was OVER an hour and a half and made my brain hurt somewhat. Although we did get to hear about a greyhound who became a saint, which was mildly diverting.
And now I have about half an hour until my next hour and a half class. HAP again, this time in college, and on "All history is cultural history". Bleh.
Then I will have tea, then I will do some work & have a shower and go to bed.
I am not going to Rangers tonight, much as I would like to, because I am feeling tired and not-terribly-well in an all-overish way & there is the issue of the work mountain (of doom) to contend with. (Might I just mention how fine the Rosie is, incidentally, because when I whinged at her just now about feeling a bit wobbly she said: *strokes duvet in a frantic manner - prevention is better than cure* which I personally consider to be very fine...)
The cinema last night was good & as I haven't really seen Helen-my-wife much this term it was nice to spend some time with her. She had a hat. She informed me it is her being a 1930s detective hat. And it may cause extraordinarily beautiful women to fall for her. Presumably a hat to be used responsibly.
I think my brain has died...