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Wednesday, November 19th, 2003
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10:31p
As she sits before him he find it hard not to watch her working, making empires from pen on paper. The light closes in on him, as if in a dim memory, making a halo of brightness around her and setting her red hair on fire.
I wrote lots more than this on the train today, but at least some of it was written just in an attempt to use the time constructively and actually get something down, so it's not all that great. There are the gems of good ideas in there I think, I just need more than 45 minutes and to not be on a train to work them out. Plus I've got truckloads of work still to do: another essay to prepare, the preparatory reading for another, rather scarier essay to do and a third of a seminar presentation to look at. Hmmm, this would be my (no) life as a postgraduate then.
I have to go tomorrow as well, to get some idea of exactly what I'm going to do for this seminar so I miss a bit of Roman Religion reading time, but god, I'm going to crash and burn whatever I do!
current mood:  anxious
current music: Radio Buffy (comment on this)
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