ROME.

ROME.

OH MY GOD.

ROME.

VORENUS. PULLO. JULII. TIMONFAMILY!!1! LKSJAD;SKF VORENUS.

SORRY, BUT ROME KICKED BSG'S ASS THIS WEEK.

ROME.

Suddenly, I am like. Freaking out. And I have no idea why.

*deep breaths*

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ETA: Okay. Well then. Clearly that was premonitory. Just, um. Fuck. I'll be over here, then.
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Better-newsly: I just realised that because it's a seminar week in my archaeology course, whereby two discussion seminars take the place of eight lectures, and because I have no Spanish (or Spanish-related) classes on Wednesdays this term... I have tomorrow off.

Hot.

I think I will take the opportunity to do a bit of playing around with my new Lush haircare stuff. And watch Rome 2x02 again. And maybe think about thinking about starting reading for that essay that's due in on Feb 12th. Mostly since I am actually entertaining the idea of getting it done ahead of schedule for once in my life, so I can RP the weekend of the Lake Party.

Ummm. What else. My life is very dull right now. Cf, the fact that I am making an LJ entry about my plans to sit around in my pyjamas and watch TV with conditioner in my hair.

I am mildly peeved that I cannot seem to hunt down a copy of this Larklight which fahye is being so vocal about, nor Connie Willis' Doomsday Book. Although that reminds me, I must see about getting my hands on the Jerome K. Jerome namesake of Willis' To Say Nothing of the Dog. I did, however, manage to pick up a whopper of an annual fantasy/sci-fi anthology for only €4.50 - bought specifically because it has a lot of author names I recognise from boxchat discussions, and I can now sample them first instead of falling into my usual trap of OO SHINY -> purchase -> discover that purchase actually sucks.