Cruel and unnatural boy that he is.

Sometimes I like to think Andy just likes to break me into tiny little pieces before pretending he's suddenly remembered he finished Idiot Rehab last summer. Like to think, because that means it's all planned and I don't have to hide quite so far under my desk or gibber quite so loudly at every break.

Idiot Rehab. He should totally invent that; most of all the players on tour would need to call in every now and then.

On related topics, I think they should stop giving Roger people to play in the early rounds. It's cruel. Instead they should make him wrestle bears or climb Ayers Rock using his teeth or something. I love the smug git to pieces but it's shooting fish in a barrel now.

That said, I want that purple Nike t-shirt he was practising in because *pretty*. No matter how deep I am in my current obsession with greens, purple will always be my first love.

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... Bored. Was meant to be onto the brainstorming part of essay planning now but I haven't even come close to finishing the reading. Thinking I'll read the section onShrew in my current oh-so-fascinating book and then one, maybe two or three (if they're short) sections from another on Midsummer because really, I am so not qualified to write this essay right now. Got a kind of general idea and maybe a couple of sentences here and there but I don't have enough critics or their opinions or my own opinions, really. I know I wrote a Middlemarch essya with less planning and survived but, as mind-numbingly awful as it was, Middlemarch is still one novel and essays on novels are easy. Shakespeare... not so much.

Also, for the record, I hate New Historicism, Feminism, psychoanalysis, Marxism, all the isms and theories. Really. They're hugely, horribly irritating to work with and around when you haven't left yourself enough time to really read up on them enough to understand how they relate to Shakespeare.

Yes, this is mainly my rant on "why I am stupid for not starting proper research sooner". Expect many over the next... *counts* thirty six hours or so. God, less than two days.

It helped that when I went to read in the library yesterday, some past student who'd sat in the little wooden booth where I was had Biroed "I'M GOING TO FAIL. HELP." on one side of it. I know how you feel mysterious stranger, I really do.

Someone had also written "BORED? PLAY BOREDOM TENNIS" and underneath had written "RIGHT --->" and a short space to the left, "<---- LEFT", the aim clearly being to let your eyes flick back and too, like watching tennis.

I didn't realise until a minute later that I was actually doing it. It's surprisingly addictive.

Ngh. Essays. And I have a 9:30am seminar in the morning too. >_<

edit: I like A, really I do but she likes to come and talk to me for ages all the time. Which, when I was just getting into a good mindset for reading only to spend an hour chatting about inconsequential things instead is.... so very frustrating. >_< Argh. It may be time to ressurect the Do Not Disturb post-it.

Okay, so not funny with the timing.

No hot water. Barely any water at all. Which means not only can I not wash my hair now like I just planned instead of doing it later, I don't think I can cook dinner either because I haven't washed up from earlier.

I really, really do not care if they have to turn the water off every now and then. Doing it without warning us? Yeah, not impressed. If The Dragon was still in her office she'd be getting an email but she tends to skip out home as early as possible. I do have the porters' number though. Hm.

I'll give it ten minutes. Still no water, porters.

edit: Okay, still nothing coming out the hot tap but the cold water is running hot.

... suitably freaked. O_O

edit: They are 'attending' to it.

Sigh. Could be here all night then.

edit: I know, I know, I'm being cranky. Will be until Wednesday afternoon. Get back to me then.