Hello lovely people. Sorry for my prolonged absence. I am back and communicating with you from my shiny new laptop, which my pa bought for me at great expense (I have to pay him back, obvs) because my old one may conk out at any second, taking all my Finals revision + work with it. Which would be a disaster. Not that I haven't backed up pretty much everything about a zillion times, but still. I would probably have a cardiac arrest on the spot so it wouldn't be much use anyway.
I'm not sure how long I've been away and therefore what you've missed, but basically, since I got back to Oxford (yup, I'm back now) I've pretty much just been living it large in the library, booyeah. I remembered to pick up my own thermos before I left home so I have been taking that in with me, more or less blatantly depending on how rebellious I'm feeling and whether the librarian looks like they might care. I've also triumphantly reclaimed my former spot (on the corner closest to the window on the second desk from the door) so library banter with Jess and Becky continues apace. Also, it's -1st week. When did this happen?! How is it suddenly nearly term time? OH GOD. Slightly excessive amounts of time off (or possibly implausible expectations about doing work at home) have meant that I am a leetle behind on my work schedule but I'm unsure what to do about this. I feel like I'm better served absolutely nailing some phenomenal, all-encompassing notes for my Greek history topic (which is huge and involves lots of itty-bitty details as well as enormous amounts of general understanding) rather than doing a half-arsed job on that and then moving on to other stuff to get it all done... but the problem is that unless I formulate a solid plan, I'll just keep spinning out Greek history and won't look at the other 2 - no, shoot, 3 papers I still have left to look at. Shiiiiiiit. No, it's ok. Two of those topics I revised pretty solidly over Christmas. I've still got time. Yup. Yup. Keep telling yourself that. NOW I'M TALKING TO MYSELF.
Sorry.
In other news, my mouth hurts. Paracetamol and bonjela are simultaneously saving the day. I think I have a wisdom tooth coming through because my jaw ACHES, but I've thought that before and been wrong, so maybe my jaw just aches because it wants to. Also my ear hurts. And my tongue, where I have some naaaassty ulcers (TMI?) which may be stress-related but may also be to do with the fact that my jaw doesn't seem to be aligning properly and in my mouth's natural resting position my tongue is effectively being constantly bitten. Niiiice. And this is of course matzah-only season, so I can't even eat nice squishy bread type things but have to consume crunchy, crackery things only, which is deffo not helping. Sadface.
Anyway. Rant over on that front, for now. I should probably go to bed soon, because I've got a whole day of deciphering Robin Lane Fox's insane handwriting and lecture handouts ahead of me tomorrow. What day is tomorrow again? Oh. Friday 13th. Sounds ominous.
If I'm not eaten by giant killer rats erupting from beneath the library floorboards, I'll blog again soon.
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