delga | { there was only you. }

I'm going to Waitrose in a minute to buy breakfast (I forgot yesterday for whatever reason) and to buy a copy of The Telegraph, which I never read but for its interviews with Thandie:

Pretty Tough.

When we sit down to talk she denies her life is special. 'From the outside it might look that way,' she admits. 'You know, the picture of it. But life is hard. Because we expect it not to be. It's what the Buddhists call samsara, that cycle of desire and expectation that leads to disappointment.'

And this would be one of the reasons why I'm such a big fan of hers. She's so down-to-earth and focused, and she's growing as an actress all the time. I've seen nearly every film she's done - nearly. I still have the TV series and mini-films to hunt down, but I will. It's not about obsessing with someone because they're beautiful, even if she is. He work choices are fascinating, and the way she's gone about her career is fascinating to me. So. Yeah. I'm impressed.

Finished Wind in the Willows yesterday and read half of The Aspern Papers. Going to finish the James text today and then going to do the extra reading. The course handbook - a tome of photocopied sheets - has all the extra reading in it so I won't have to dig around for change to make my own from the library, so that's cool.

After that, I'm going to enjoy the rest of the weekend in the manner that I'm supposed to! I want to watch a couple of the commentaries for S1 of Spooks and I have this week's Numb3rs to watch. For some reason I also have this week's Law and Order. Not that I'm complaining, but I have no idea how I got that.

Tomorrow I have no classes but I need to finalise the details for Research Skills and make sure everybody's on the same page. I went to see a house yesterday, too, and whilst it's a lovely house, it's a bit inconvenient. I don't know. I want to see couple other properties, but I don't think people are up for that idea. We'll see.

Finally: it's a nice day! NO SNOW HUZRAH. ! This makes me happy. Very happy. I mean, thank fuck.