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Do you ever wake up in the morning and just *know* you've got out of bed the wrong side? I've been up ten minutes and already I'm cranky, though it might because I didn't sleep too well. Also dreamed about mercury32 and now I'm vaguely worried only not quite, because my dreams never mean anything. I think it was just my subconscious giving me a poke and reminding me we haven't heard from her yet. Damn Australia for being so far away!

Couldn't understand out why I was so tired last night until I worked out just how much I'd actually done. Back and too to town, carried my own weight (or what felt like) in shopping up four flights of stairs, worked solid for around seven hours while running *back* downstairs to check S's post for her, then making dinner and finally collapsing in front of the internet with my brain melting into fuzz. I don't do that much in a *week* usually. Made me feel a little better.

Only today I have to take all the random weirdness I read yesterday and make a plan out of it. I'm kind of thinking that's what isn't helping the crankiness. This project needs to be over already.

That I get to watch Doctor Who later is a big, shiny incentive to work though which is why I'm actually going to do something about it now. I'd do all the theory projects in the world if you rewarded me with David Tennant every time.

edit: I also have rage that the summary of a book I found online makes it sound like the best resource *ever* for my project -- but the book itself is only available in French.

Lolita was written in *english*. Nabokov was *Russian*. Why *French* of all things?!

Argh. I need to speak about four fluent languages to do this project properly.

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