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Episodes 15-17 of series three Grey's Anatomy? Just broke me. I am broken. In the can't-see-can't-speak-would-have-stayed-in-bed-for-a-week-if-I'd-had-to-wait-for-the-next-episode kind of broken.Who cares if it was plausible? If you want plausible, watch Casualty. No wait-- nevermind. ;)

Yeah. Am broken. Also, finally 'get' Izzy/Denny which would be helpful y'know, if he-- wait, how far back should spoiler warnings go?

In conclusion: broken.

edit: Too broken in fact, to even go there with Doctor Who right now. Though it was indeed awesome and much to be said but another time when I'm not with the mush and the Derek crying and the metal trauma, oh god the trauma. When I need therapy, I'm sending the bill to the writers of this show.

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Bored. Tired. Mainly tired. It's hard to justify boredom when reading American Gods counts as academic work. I could do without the gleeful application of Freud by Joseph Campbell though. Studied Freud, did a presentation on Freud, concluded that Freud was a complete and utter wacko. With Serious Issues. He's not allowed to touch my dissertation with a ten foot barge pole.

That said, no one'll be touching my dissertation unless I actually start doing some work. I've decided it'll take me at least the rest of this week to finish all the reading, a couple of days (or three) to plan it right, then at least a week to write. That makes sixteen days, all going to plan (which it won't). My deadline is twenty four days away, minus the minumum two days I have to spend at home and the need to get it done at least the night before to get it bound. Plus a couple of days of rewrites and at least a day for referencing and footnotes.

That, by my calculation, means my dissertation should (re. note about going to plan) take about nineteen days of the twenty-one I have left.

... Yeah. Kinda wondering why I'm sitting here working this out instead of carrying on with the reading.