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Have decided that I do actually like all of Feist's stuff. So. Make of that what you will.

Today dragged quite a bit. Mostly because my tutor for Traditions in Poetry commutes in from Oxford, and the train in was late (because someone committed suicide which puts things into perspective somewhat). Thus I got up early for a 9am double lecture that never happened. Made my way to the sub. campus, read for a while, sat with N whilst she ate, read some more, and then had a boring lecture-seminar before coming back to the house and - you guessed it! - reading some more. I did, however, make potato wedges tonight and that makes up for everything.

Watched Shitwood! Was, um. OK, so I wasn't the greatest fan of the episode on BBC1, but the BBC3 one was actually well-plotted, well-written, and - dare I say it - gutsy. Yeah, I don't even know.

I've been looking at the deadlines that I have left before I graduate (eek!) and they all pretty much suck in one way or another. My first full dissertation draft is due in a fortnight; a fortnight after that I have 3k for Traditions to hand in. Luckily I have Easter to work on the On the Road essay that's due the first week back. Then, at the end of the semester I have the final three deadlines (dissertation, Traditions, On the Road) one week after the other. Not to mention, of course, the exam for Traditions. On the one hand, I have a crazy amount to do this semester. On the other hand, I'm freaking out over whatever comes next. Real Life = not made for M.

I finally collected my grades for 19th Cent. poetry today. I didn't do as badly as I thought, but not as well as I needed to (as I pretty much guessed). I have to wonder at the woman's marking techniques, though, because an essay that was written in four hours with no proper preparation and/or research (straight after I'd written 4k for my dissertation) got a fairly average mark. Or rather: did much better than it should have done. So. I don't even know. That mark isn't a reflection of any sort of essay-fu I possess, by the way. It's just peculiar marking. Anyway, the plan, as ever, is to ace the second semester. You'd think I'd learn.

Hahahaha, picfor1000. Whoops. Although possibly I could submit my Suze Costello fic? Hmmmmm. Thinky.