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I woke up with my throat feeling a little scratchy and my nose dripping like a faulty tap. It has progressed - or rather, regressed - into a full-fledged attack on 2 tissue boxes and a couple of toilet rolls. I am in no shape to go for lecturess tomorrow, but I do love Prof I and Dr G.

My MacBook should arrive in about a month or two. I went down to the IT Co-Op to place an order for my baby and to book an appointment for the loan processing - which is tomorrow - and yay. I am happy. I am still thinking of what to name it though. YZ says that I should name it Nino, for obvious reasons but that would be fairly embarrassing. I'd really like to name him Marmite Molly Malone because then he'd be a complete drag queen. The Marvelous Molly Malone. Nutty Nino doesn't sound as catchy.

...The first Renaissance tutorial was um, well. I think I might be able to speak up a bit more this semester. Dr L was asking us for a genre that starts with A (context: Dr Faustus; answer: Allegory - I wanted to answer Aristolean play lol) and this very chirpy girl goes "ANXIETY?" ..... Kerri and Moniza were like, "THE ANXIETY PLAYS" after class. I would like to watch an anxiety play. It would make me feel ancious. But it was cute. In a Legally Blonde, pre-Harvard (or was it Yale) way.

Psychoanalysis was as usual. Dominated by a few voices and since I didn't understand my readings (I'm sorry Freud. You lost me once you put in scientific jargon and for the life of me I am physically repulsed by scientific jargon even though I will write a sci-fi epic in the future). Sigh.

Ugh. Going to drink my tea and then sleep. I shall do my Gender readings tomorrow when I'm flopping about the computer lab.

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11:24 Oluaquah or however you spell it, and Tristam Shandy isn't in stock AGAIN. D: And I stupidly got a horrible copy of Pamela. :\ Oh well. #

17:16 I need to pee. #

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Even more :D. Neil Gaimen is so sexy. Buttons.

But the point isn't Neil Gaiman but rather his HOUSE. Did you see his library? (His downstairs library, to be specific.) Oh dear god, what I'd give to have walls of books!