Lake Michigan, stay endless and painted with sky

[raven]

Tired, tired, hate my baby-dissertation, tired, tired, hate applying for jobs, tired, hate revision, tired, tired some more. I'm too tired to sleep, to eat, to think, to do anything other than law. Last night I went out for dinner with lawyers. It was delightful, and I'm even grateful I've been admitted to a sorority of people that discusses battery over dinner. But mostly, I'm drinking more than usual and falling asleep on public transport.

Also, why do meetings with one's advisers always lead to feelings of profound personal inadequacy? My research project is on Article 6 of the European Convention on Human Rights, and the extent to which I don't know anything about this is... epic, really. Nope. Don't know anything. And if they change the laws of succession before my public law exams, I am going to kill things. Possibly my elected officials. Seriously, universe, I am tired, I discuss sexual assault at the dinner table, I am very tired, step away from the constitutional settlement, I NO LONGER HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOUR ABOUT THESE THINGS.

I wanna paint my nails.

Oh, and now the cat has parked its considerable derriere on The Fortune of War.

...look, I have nothing to say that isn't about the law, about how tired I am, or about the Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin Undyin' Love Travellin' Show. Vienna Teng has a new album. Grandmother Song; No Gringo. The first one makes me laugh and the second one makes me cry.

Now I am going back to failing at my life. See y'all in, oh, 2012, maybe.

Comments

[proskynesis]

I hope you feel better soon. <3

Whereabouts are you with Jack and Stephen? :)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Halfway through The Fortune of War. Jack appears to be in a lunatic asylum and Stephen is still pining over That Dreadful Woman, and it's all very angsty and their love is still so pure.

[proskynesis]

omg. Phallic obsidian paperweight is coming up! :D

The hurling bit at the beginning of Fortune of War is one of my very favourite Aubreyad moments.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

...that was really rather phallic. Veyr phallic, in fact.

[proskynesis]

And his Titus Andronicus quip! Oh, Stephen.

[slasheuse.livejournal.com]

I suggest you paint your nails and what is Aubrey/Maturin query.

[absinthe-shadow.livejournal.com]

HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW THIS. OH WHAT IGNORANCE.

[slasheuse.livejournal.com]

DID I ASK FOR YOUR OPINION ON ANYTHING, CHLOE.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Master and Commander! And nineteen subsequent books, hurrah for Patrick O'Brian. Basically, the Napoleonic Wars, lots of sea-battles, and also random excursions into espionage and naturalism and Tragic Doomed Love Affairs and behind it all Jack and Stephen and how much they clearly adore each other even when they believe the other one can't be let out of the house alone.

[proskynesis]

There is also much toasted cheese!

[shimgray.livejournal.com]

Debauched sloths!

[proskynesis]

Wombat has eaten your hat nom nom nom

[mirabile-dictu.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the music! And I hope you feel cheerier soon; you are such an amazing person.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

You're welcome! And thank you, too. :)

[amchau.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

I suspect that at whatever higher-level training it is you have to get before you become an adviser, they run a six-week course on Creating Feelings of Inadequacy. My supervisors have certainly been on that course.

Alas, I have nothing to say about the law or Aubrey/Maturin, so let's stick with the shallow things. What colour will you paint your nails?

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Well, it was going to be silver, but I have RUN OUT. RHIANNON, MY LIFE IS HARD. VERY HARD. Also how are you and how is your dissertation. I bet it is less inadequate than mine. :)

[amchau.livejournal.com]

OH NOES! WHERE IS THE DOCTOR YOU NEED SILVER, STAT. I am surviving and have not yet killed my dissertation. In fact, I have sent it to live in my supervisor's to-do pile for the Easter vacation, as he is supposed to read and comment on it. I don't know if it is inadequate but it is quite long.

Instead of working I am catching up in Torchwood fandom, as somehow I had missed episodes which contained the one, the only, the awesome Dr Martha Jones, and also Captain Jack is love, possibly literally.

[absinthe-shadow.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

Maybe try taking a day off? You might feel less tired...

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

I have spent the last week wailing into Shim's left shoulder. I suspect you may be right.

[subservient-son.livejournal.com]

The Bill's only on its second reading - no way they'll change it before your exam. So, small positive.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

ALL LIES. BY JUNE THE ANARCHISTS WILL HAVE TAKEN OVER. THERE WILL BE LOOTING IN THE STREETS.

(I may, hopefully, see you tomorrow. I promise to be less crazy.)

[tau_sigma]

*so many hugs* (but still inadequate, I know.)

It's kind of a relief to hear that other people hate (parts of) their work. Sometimes I think I am alone and horribly abnormal in growing to hate my project, but everyone seems to do it. But it will be done, one day, and so will your baby dissertation and then perhaps we will be free to frolic and gambol like lambs. You know, after exams and such. And the hated job applications.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

I don't hate the law at all, except when I hate every scrap of it. It's quite indiscriminate. :)

I wish to gambol like a lamb. After my exams are over I may insist on coming to Durham and gambolling in your general direction.

[tau_sigma]

Do, do! I would love to have you to visit. :) When do your exams end? Mine are over on 29th May, and I will be mostly free from then until I graduate on the 30th June.

[pinkdormouse.livejournal.com]

Feel better soon, you.