Oh. Oh, there it is. That little frisson of excitement, the tiny, rising bubble of squee in my chest. I'd missed that.

July 21st, eh?

Time for a re-read.

I... have nothing interesting to update about. I am just using updating as an excuse to look away from Tristana-related things for five seconds.

*punches Benito Peréz Galdós in the face*

God, I am so, so ready to be done with Spanish at the end of this year. It's gotten to the stage where I'm actually so tired of studying it, I'm unlearning things and getting worse.

Rar.

P.S. Who else thinks Connie Willis' To Say Nothing of the Dog would make the best tv miniseries in the universe ever?