delga | { so toss me out and turn in }

Sigh. Je suis le tired. Or something. I just finished translating the whole of The York Play of the Crucifixion for tomorrow's seminar. In a while I'll get the crit. theory textbook from The Flatmate so that I can read the two articles for the seminar at 9 tomorrow; I'll read the end of Zofloya between classes. I'm very near the end so that won't be too bad. I'm quite enjoying it, actually. It means that next week I can concentrate on (a) consolidating theory and (b) pulling out quotes for the lit. hist. exam. I need to study the LTC texts again but I think I'm safe on everything except Piers Plowman. That's okay, though, because I can choose which text I answer on. Sorry. End boring school talk.

The weather has been gorgeous all day but there's a storm in the distance because I both saw the lightning and heard the thunder. It looks smokey outside, that grey/beige-y colour it gets at this time of year when the weather's tossing about. It's probably fairly humid out there, too. I hope we get a storm, if that's the case, because it should clear the air and make it easier to sleep.

Ha, just got a phonecall from The Mother and The Baby Cousin. She is still so cute (the baby, that is). "Hello bhen. Ghost!" (She was talking about the Heidi book she has). Madness.

Okay, so, I guess I'd better go get that textbook now. If I get the reading done quickly, I'll reward myself by watching Alias or something. Yay for superspies, eh?

eta: Omg, I don't know what it is but I can't stop playing this song. It's like The Difference and Push and Unwell all over again.