Mornings suck. They’re cold and grey and lonely apart from the occasional duck. If you go to them you probably haven’t slept and if you sleep you’ll probably be late or well, sleeping. I could swear that tutors deliberately put seminars in the morning so that the average student is at their weakest and most pliable…
More tea, I say!
I’m currently writing the first assignment of the year, so I’ll make it quick.
The way I look at it you’ve got to have a sense of humour to deal with 18th century poetry. Going through it with a fine toothed comb for a close reading it would be dull if I couldn’t have a little immature giggle every now again… Oh you dirty Romantics.
Bit of Swift? Na, thanks. Get tuned into L:39 radio while you work!
Keep it light darlin’s.
P.S I might give you a sneak peak of my dissertation ideas in a few days! Keep it mum.