If I didn't do laundry during the week, Saturday is The Day (like Today). I met no poets or other interesting characters this trip.
I cook some soups to put in the fridge for the rest of the week. This week is something new and weird and if it doesn't taste good I'm going to bury it in the Fellows' Garden and they can dig it up next year with the other giraffe skeleton(s?).
I try to finish up some homework. Nice book on Britain in the times surrounding the historical King Arthur. About half of it left that I might be able to get out of the way tonight. If not, tomorrow afternoon and nicely done with a cup of tea into the bargain.
Watching 'The [American] Office' makes me squirm. I think it's funny, sure, but GAAAAAAH. Like the British stuff better. Except I'd much rather just kick the TV altogether and continue nerdily surfing JSTOR.
I've given up the will to socialise. From now on it is going to be me getting my work done (like now, where I am blogging) and being a grad student until absolutely called to do otherwise by forces of procrastination or extreme philanthropy.
P.S. Yes, Geoff, your comments are e-mailed to me and I read them when I post. I just can't reply, here, unfortunately. Thanks for your comments, tho:) If you post them at Antipodes, I'll be able to reply with the whole threaded thing goin' on . . .