Twilight

So, in the category of things wot are love: yonmei metaquoted me. This gives me joy. (And people who have friended me 'cause of it, good to have you aboard and the wine's on the sideboard.)

But back in news of things wot are not love, I am still pretty ill. I think I'm just overtired and a little bit flu-ish, but it's being made worse by how busy I seem to be; that, and a major dose of fifth-week blues. In a hitherto unprecedented development (no, I'm blatantly lying, this happened in Michaelmas too) it is fifth week. How this is even possible, I have no idea. The blues are being compounded by the fact I have switched from General Philosophy (clearly, everything I love is destined to leave me) to Macroeconomics. I did my preliminary reading this afternoon, and was worried I was having an attack of stupidity, but when I got to the class, Forder asked what we'd all thought of it, and Dhruv stood up to say, "That man is absolutely bloody unfathomable."

"It is true," Forder said cautiously, "that it is a monumentally badly-written book."

The book in question is John Maynard Keynes' General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money, and he does things to commas in that book that would make grown women cry. Forder, also, comes under the category of things that will have me in tears before eighth week; he is my Macro tutor and he is terrifying. He rocks back in his chair when he talks, stares into space, seems to indiscriminately hate everyone. Particularly textbook authors, which is disconcerting; he wants to teach us "real" macro, and, well, I am stupid, I do Maths For Stupid People, I find demand and supply curves far from scintillating, I hate the whole subject. I don't want to do real macro, I want to read the nice dumbed-down textbook and get 41% in my prelims if you don't mind.

Worryingly, Liya was scribbling away through this class marked only by his hatred of textbook authors. I don't know what she found to write about; Pat and I were passing notes to each other (my favourite of which is "ohmgodohmygod we're all going to die"), Sky was looking gormless, Wolfgang was persuading his iBook to make funny noises, no-one was being particularly intellectual about things. And we ran out of there at full tilt in search of food afterwards, so I am just staying well and truly terrified about the whole thing. I liked Philosopy, I really did. I wish I could do it all the time.

But now I am going to be good, and work for a couple of hours, rather than fall asleep to The Raveonettes which is what I actually want to do, and then I'm going out to Little Clarendon G&D's with Claire and Pat because it feels like months since we've been. The evening was actually better than I'm painting it here, because it became evident at dinner that the whole gang are equally hysterical over the macro. We're all going to die horribly beneath metric tonnes of reading, it will all be fine.

Oh, yes: johari. That's all, I am boring. Oh, and I rather think this shall be my Economics icon from now on.