between the rock and the cold, cold sea

Longest day of the year!

I celebrated by going back to bed with a hot water bottle. I sincerely wish to complain to The Management about the design flaw in the human body (subtype: female), to whit, the fact that it insists upon leaking vital fluids once a month. Not very good planning there, what, chaps?

(The Management: *resounding silence*)

So, since I'm not getting anything done anyway, I guess I'm surrendering to the sloth and declaring today a Rest Day.

I've been going through my wishlist at The Book Depository.co.uk, which I use as a handy little collector of Interesting Titles. (And can I just say, free shipping? Cheap books? It's enough to seduce a girl from the path of righteousness and supporting brick and mortar bookshops.)

Ah, covetousness. I suffer from it - desiring to possess books on everything from that which I am supposed to study, Classical Antiquity, to ancient China, to medieval Islam, to early modern Europe, to everywhere in the age of (European) travel and exploration.

Also, how come I haven't read more stuff by Anthony Burgess? I should really read more than just A Dead Man in Deptford.

(The more I read, the more I want. No, self, you may not have all the books. You don't have any money.)

Here comes the rain again, spattering on the pavements, damp and grey. Maybe I'll go watch something lighthearted and attempt to overcome the resounding greyness of sky and rain and road as seen through my spattered window.

File me under "sloth and gluttony," okay?

I've just had a week pretty much off. Well, from Tuesday with exercise, and with coursework from Thursday - well, barring that thing I had to hand in on Monday, which means, I guess, that I've only had the last two days completely off. And I filed today. And did laundry yesterday. Huh. You know, it feels like I did less?

I ate a shitload of chocolatey stuff over the weekend, though. That always makes me feel more sloth-like. Slothier? Is that a word, slothier? Anyway. Running and climbing and starting an essay tomorrow, oh yes. Endeavouring to start life anew and all that, what?

Sleeping would probably be good around now. Hard to start anew if you're dozing in til noon.