Some level of self-respect has been salvaged. I can report relative success of yesterday’s list. I’m particularly proud of managing breakfast, although in my morose, half-pajamaed state I doubt anyone would have voted me Miss Congeniality.
In the library, I managed to limit my meandering in the English section to half an hour (borrowed The Ground Beneath Her Feet, which I’ve been meaning to read for ages, and On The Road, which is one of the books on my “Books To Read For The Sake Of Having Read Them” list). Then I started researching my essays, and spent the rest of the afternoon staggering in dismay from shelf to shelf as I realized the extent of the chaos that is English contract law’s doctrine of privity. Or rather, the chaos that judges induce when they try to think up cunning little ways around it.
Blindness, and death by sizzle have been staved off by the new multiplug and desklight. I’ve found two floormates with VCRs. Nick and I made a mutual decision that we wouldn’t bother with Oxford. This clearly bodes well for our debating career this year, not.
But anyway, reasonable success on yesterday’s list. Tonight I’ll reward myself. I’ll put the Magnetic Fields on the stereo, sit at my well-lighted desk with some good coffee, and……read law articles. Sob.