{ is this wretched demi-bee half-asleep upon my knee? }

[delga]

So, I have no idea if what I've written is what the tutor wants but that freaking essay is done. Both The Flatmate and N are still writing their essays, and I feel for them, but I'm also relieved that mine is done. T is finishing her book, I'm taking bread down to make some well-earned toast and then I'm going to sleep, I think. Tomorrow I have reading to do (some of which I might do now in N's room) and I'm going to watch Numb3rs because I deserve it and I have a wee bit more time now that I don't have to worry about essays. The relief is palpable.

I have a theory. My theory is that it may be possible to tango to Linkin Park's Numb. I've been counting the beats. I think it can be done. That would psych me out if it were true.

Thanks to everyone who commented on the WORLD OF DUMBNESS post because you all cheered me up by agreeing with me. I like it when I'm in the portion that agrees with, well, me. ALSO: there is a set of books in existence by various authors that is basically a RE-WRITING GREEK MYTHOS. I AM EXCITED. !!! *lots of flailing*

To conclude: my flist is made of awesome. It really is. kisses, yo.