Spent an hour and fifteen minutes writing and researching, analysing and erasing. My paper is too opinionated and entirely too wordy. I refuse to revise! It is now sent in. I think I've now completed roughly 70% of my Shakespeare class' grade.

Anyway, it is time for a break. Weirdest thing--when I went to the College of Orange and Olive Stripey Chairs I could go for two and a half hours of intense studying and still feel like I understood the material but right now I just feel blank. After half of that time! Maybe it is the waking up at five thirty. But ya gotta admit, seeing the sun rise should make up for it. I dunno.

Peter Wimsey made a brief appearance in "Gaudy Night" and my heart almost skipped a beat. Harriet Vane is alright, but she hasn't the sense of humor that Peter does. And that's half of what makes the reading so much fun! Yes, yes, I read some this morning, but that was only because I arrived before the computer lab opened and what else could I do but go have breakfast? All sorts of odd people come into the bar at that time of the morning...I love to people watch then.

BUT this morning was April in Oxford and the dons were returning from their respective hideaways. Harriet felt dismal about La Fanu and Peter was discussing Things overconfidently with a Count.

In six minutes I must relinquish my fluid typing for a somewhat more stilted manner in which there will be much mouseclicking and many articles to Print.

The time has come (even if I am not a walrus)
To talk of other things,
Of speeches, and computers,
And of dead Shakespearean kings;
Of why the lab technician snores
Or whether he's trying to sing.
teedumteeday we'll sing toDAYYYYYY! of why IRCs ping!