Today:

- wake-up coffee, brunch, and Pompeii; there is something faintly (but endearingly) plebey about Robert Harris' writing, and yet I still found myself enjoying Imperium. Thus far, the former, like the latter, is a nice balance between 'enjoyable', and 'not so great that I can't easily put it aside to return to study'. As long as I can ignore the bits where I'm like "Lol, wrong."

- decide on Spanish text for Viva Voce exam. Should really have done this already, whoops. Still, I have a good idea of what I want to talk about, and so some nicely specific parameters to search within.

- errands in Blackrock.

- more past exam paper mapping, woe woe woe.

- re-read Pedro Páramo.

OKAY SO. EVERYONE, AND I MEAN EVERYONE, NEEDS TO GO BUY SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT, BY DEREK LANDY. IT IS ABOUT A WISE-CRACKING DETECTIVE. WHO IS ALSO A SKELETON. *_* THE CHILD OF JACK SPARROW AND SAM VIMES BY WAY OF CROWLEY AND AN OLD-FASHIONED REVOLVER AND ALSKJFHDSADSJ.

I BOUGHT IT ON SIGHT, LET MY FRAPPE MELT READING THE FIRST 50 PAGES, AND THEN ON PAGE 58 I ENCOUNTERED ( THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPH. )

At which point I nearly wet myself with joy and had to run home and update.

Fuck. Just fuck. I love this book so much already and I'm only on page 58. With at least three laugh-out-loud-in-public moments already, and counting. I can see the Tim Burton movie in my head already. My only consolation at how badly I have crumbled w/r/t my 'no new distractions until after exams' resolution is that I anticipate finishing this tonight. Speaking of which, CAN'T TALK NOW. SKULDUGGERY AWAITS.



GOD I AM SCREAMING WITH LOVE INSIDE. I MIGHT CRY.