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A few things:
1. I am full of WOE. Woe, I tell you. It is deep-inside-my-head woe. I couldn't make it through a tutorial this morning - I was mostly fighting the urge to stick my head in my hands and hold off the world - but I didn't, surprisingly, make a fool of myself, and I went home and went back to bed and stayed there all day. I left my door open, so I think my scout came in and wanted to know why I was asleep at three in the afternoon, and I have more pleasant and vague memories of Claire and Pat coming in, treading softly and putting hands on my forehead before padding quietly out again. I got up properly late in the afternoon, and went into the kitchen, where Maria and Claire would not let me drink coffee, but instead gave me freshly baked bread and a bowl of Japanese noodles, and stared at me pointedly until I'd eaten them.
And then Ben came down wanting to know how to cook chicken. Last time he bought any chicken, it was the nice expensive boneless stuff, which he promptly wasted on ghastly bottled ready-made sauce, so he handed me the rest of the box and asked how to cook it. I made chilli chicken out of it, and Maria made stew, and there was bread and salad and a full house, and it made me feel lots better.
3. But, alas, there is work to be done. My reading list for this week is amazingly, astonishingly obscure - my books are all in the Bod and one of them isn't in the Bod. When the legal deposit copy of a book has gone missing, we hit new levels of obscure. So I went to the Radcliffe Camera, sat upstairs beneath the dome and flicked listlessly through a book, and came home and flicked listlessly through photocopies, and walked up and down and around and felt full of wooooooooe.
4. But, I have red hair. This is greatness. The last inch on all sides is red again, and I'm very pleased with it. It's slightly less bright, this time, but I do like it.
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me_ves_y_sufres did a spot of faith healing on my iPod. Fingers crossed, touch wood, toss salt over your shoulder for luck and that, but it might - might! - be working. I'm so ridiculously fond of the thing, and it's all battered and beaten-up but it's mine, damn it.
6. So why the woe? I don't know. It is faceless and ghastly and horrible and I think I need a new brain. Life is okay, you know? iPod, hair, dear, dear friends who I am so grateful for right now - if it weren't for them I can guarantee I would still be in bed now, half-conscious and unfed - and, er, work-wise, my books are obscure but it is for a very good reason. In fact, this is my essay title in full:
"If feminism is about sex and gender, if it is about sexuality and socialisation, then should it not also concern itself with the construction of heterosexuality?"
I am reading articles about the myth of innate heterosexuality. There is no call for woooooooooe.
7. I added my name to the newest snaps cup meme, and you should all too, see #6 where I am so grateful for my friends.
8. I need to go to bed. Why am I numbering, again? There must be a reason. Bed, yes.
Edited to add: I was forgetting!gamesiplay, your parcel came today and just at the right time. Thank you so much. I'm devouring the book as we speak; it's adorable and just what I wanted. Thank you.
1. I am full of WOE. Woe, I tell you. It is deep-inside-my-head woe. I couldn't make it through a tutorial this morning - I was mostly fighting the urge to stick my head in my hands and hold off the world - but I didn't, surprisingly, make a fool of myself, and I went home and went back to bed and stayed there all day. I left my door open, so I think my scout came in and wanted to know why I was asleep at three in the afternoon, and I have more pleasant and vague memories of Claire and Pat coming in, treading softly and putting hands on my forehead before padding quietly out again. I got up properly late in the afternoon, and went into the kitchen, where Maria and Claire would not let me drink coffee, but instead gave me freshly baked bread and a bowl of Japanese noodles, and stared at me pointedly until I'd eaten them.
And then Ben came down wanting to know how to cook chicken. Last time he bought any chicken, it was the nice expensive boneless stuff, which he promptly wasted on ghastly bottled ready-made sauce, so he handed me the rest of the box and asked how to cook it. I made chilli chicken out of it, and Maria made stew, and there was bread and salad and a full house, and it made me feel lots better.
3. But, alas, there is work to be done. My reading list for this week is amazingly, astonishingly obscure - my books are all in the Bod and one of them isn't in the Bod. When the legal deposit copy of a book has gone missing, we hit new levels of obscure. So I went to the Radcliffe Camera, sat upstairs beneath the dome and flicked listlessly through a book, and came home and flicked listlessly through photocopies, and walked up and down and around and felt full of wooooooooe.
4. But, I have red hair. This is greatness. The last inch on all sides is red again, and I'm very pleased with it. It's slightly less bright, this time, but I do like it.
5. Also,
me_ves_y_sufres did a spot of faith healing on my iPod. Fingers crossed, touch wood, toss salt over your shoulder for luck and that, but it might - might! - be working. I'm so ridiculously fond of the thing, and it's all battered and beaten-up but it's mine, damn it. 6. So why the woe? I don't know. It is faceless and ghastly and horrible and I think I need a new brain. Life is okay, you know? iPod, hair, dear, dear friends who I am so grateful for right now - if it weren't for them I can guarantee I would still be in bed now, half-conscious and unfed - and, er, work-wise, my books are obscure but it is for a very good reason. In fact, this is my essay title in full:
"If feminism is about sex and gender, if it is about sexuality and socialisation, then should it not also concern itself with the construction of heterosexuality?"
I am reading articles about the myth of innate heterosexuality. There is no call for woooooooooe.
7. I added my name to the newest snaps cup meme, and you should all too, see #6 where I am so grateful for my friends.
8. I need to go to bed. Why am I numbering, again? There must be a reason. Bed, yes.
Edited to add: I was forgetting!
gamesiplay, your parcel came today and just at the right time. Thank you so much. I'm devouring the book as we speak; it's adorable and just what I wanted. Thank you.