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Guys, I am so tired, you have no idea. I have been on my feet all day, between the field trip and the trip to Borders I went on with my friends (long story short: streetcar didn't come. Walked back to Tulane from Louisiana Ave., which is about a three hour walk).

I also got hit on at Borders, which is an absolutely new experience for me, and I'm almost too tired to be traumatized anymore, so expect a panicked entry tomorrow demanding to know how the hell normal people react to this sort of thing. Meanwhile, I'm just going to sit here and either read or write...one of the two. I really want tea, but I have to wait for it to cool before I drink it.

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I am reading London Labour and the London Poor and it WILL NOT END. And then I have to read the rest of Othello and do at least a little bit of my Natural Disasters homework, and then I can finally get back to Dust, because seriously, dude, DUST. Baby.

But meanwhile, I have to make my bed and fold my laundry and read Mayhew.

MADE OF FAIL

Oh. My. God. I just spent the past five hours or so reading London Labour and the London Poor, and then I go on Blackboard (Tulane's online...thing) and my prof changed the reading assignment. Less, although at least parts of the same stuff I read. SO NOT COOl. You do not do that the day before something's due to be read, especially when you've been telling us to read stuff a week in advance! ARGH.

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You know what I suddenly desire, like, a lot? Peter Pevensie/James Bond. THE SHEER AMOUNT OF DEADLINESS IN ONE ROOM. And the egos! And the HOTNESS.

Except...I would probably have to know more about James Bond in order to be able to write this. I can count the number of Bond films I have seen on one hand, and I certainly haven't read any of the books. But still:

Peter/Bond. WORLD OF YES, yes?