{ we're in the sun now. }

[delga]

I just got my reading/assignment list for Nineteenth-Century Poetry. Uh. OH DEAR, ROMANTICS. I know it's a double unit but what the fuck with all these 4k assignments? (That'll be the last assignment of the semester, so it'll be due the same time as my dissertation half-draft, which is another 4k.) I now need to spend £50 on books which, whatever, I knew that was coming. This is just... a little distressing, is all. (I do believe this is also my Monday 9am class? Oiskie.)

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Railcard is now sorted; The Mother bought some evening wear. I heard a song on the Wallis radio and now I need to find it. I also learned something bizarre today: my head is disproportionate to my body. I dislike this.

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Again with the I should pack, again with the not going to bother until tomorrow. Instead: Weeds and Californication.