After a tour of the manor (two more secret passageways that I had no clue were there until today. I may have to refilm some stuff) we went to a boring, non-helpful RA meeting.
Tiff made the wise suggestion that seeing as we were in the Bistro anyway, we should claim our room back from the Anglo-Saxons that stole it last night to watch Holy Grail. I went in there, ousted the inhabitants like a good little warrior, and plunked myself down across a couch.
I read homework-related stuff for the next 3 hours. I am barely caught up. I still have four plays to read in the next five days. Three articles before tomorrow afternoon. Part of my British Studies book (up until the Tudors Take Power stuff)
I did a lot of homework today; in preparation for more of it descending on me like a horde of locusts. Cue the horror music...
So, very tired, eyes hurt, think I'm gonna crash.
Cheers,
Bec
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