Day 10

Given that I had one of those dreams where you dream that you've woken up late and everything is terrible, then woke up twenty minutes before my alarm, and was just lapsing into a horrific Groundhog Day-style rerun of the same dream when my alarm actually DID go off, it's been an incredibly productive day. I don't think that sentence makes sense so if you can untangle it coherently then you win a prize. I have cake + brownies left over. 


I bounded to the library (well... possibly a strong way of putting it) and picked my location. By which I mean I sat on the same desk I've been at all vac. I really like being early into the library because I can make the space my own, kick off my shoes without disturbing people, etc etc. Absolutely rinsed some Catullus and was just contemplating a break when Jess turned up. We had a half an hour stint in the Fellows' Garden before a return to the library. It was so lush outside today that we had to open the windows (necessitating raising the blind in order to avoid an unfortunate sail-like effect) AND turn off the radiator. Why the radiators are left on is beyond me. I suppose College has to justify charging us an extra £300 overhead per term somehow. 


I had lunch with Rachel. She appreciated the gift of brownies and cake, as I knew she would. I think her mum will appreciate the gift, also. She says Rach is getting too skinny. Mission: accepted, I say. 


After a good few hours beasting through Virgil's Eclogues (full of excellent lines and also many, many MANY names for trees) I decided to break the monotony and do something radical, so I went for a RUN. That's right. An actual, factual run. Not a very long one, it's true. But a run nonetheless. Haven't done that since Michaelmas term. Mmmmhmmmm. There were lots of punts on the river, which meant there were fewer moorhens about, but I did see an excellent push-me-pull-you goose, ie two geese standing in such a way as to make them look like one goose with a head at both ends. 


I went back to the library after a shower feeling rather pink in the face (and not without cause...) where I duelled with Cicero and his incessant superlatives. Then I had dinner and watched the University Challenge final. I also ate some cake. It really is a tasty one, and I do say so myself. No ifs about it. 


I have also washed my hair. Hooray! I don't know if Emily just moulted on me a lot at the weekend and it's stayed there, or whether my hair is going darker, but I pulled out an awful lot of almost black hairs. Perhaps all the reading of Ovid has got to me and Emily and I have begun to metamorphose into each other, or possibly one and the same being. Namily Fagelmercer. Or something. 


I think I'm going to watch an episode of I, Claudius and go to bed. Oooooh yeah.