Well, the blog's started - I guess there's nothing I can do about it now. Besides, I thought I'd bitten my tongue on the side at the back by my right wisdom tooth and I was playing with it to see whether I'd bitten it and then I actually did bite it, really hard, with my monstrous molars.
The weekend seems less of a luxury now that I've had my Monday - given I had some two hours of sleep I did pretty well though. I was in a really good mood all day and handed in my research paper and ate some food at my favourite café and then toddled off to telemarket some suckers.
Quid I did. And then I cooked a curry and watched Planet Terror. So here I am again, ignoring the pages of Lucian's Verae Historiae in front of me that I'm "translating". Hopefully they get read before my exam.
Quae might prove rather inconsequential. I today looked at my uni's timetables for next year and I can't do any of my majors. Greek clashes with Greek, Latin with Linguistics, and all that remains is to do a Gender Studies degree and hope to sort things out after graduation.
Or fall back on a science degree.
Anyway, I hope whoever's read this has ignored the content as it's irrelevant. All I wanted to do was innapropriately use connecting relatives to signal the fact that I've been reading Caesar's De bello Gallico all day.
Quid isn't very interesting anyway.
Monday, September 22, 2008
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