Religious Studies today, and Mr. (-private property-) looked half-asleep... he looks like some sort of dried-up ammonite that last breathed a couple of millenia ago. I don't understand how he got a degree of any sort - he must have just bored everyone to tears til nobody cared any more. What a sad, sad sport - you ask a question and he just snores until you decipher the metaphorical, deceptive, Powerpoint that he coined together using caveman books he had retained from his childhood, that's flashing
Can't believe it's school tomorrow... long weekend has left my neat, mental priorities pile in a loose tangle. I wish long lie-ins weren't such kittens with string. Friday rocked... and Saturday watched a rerun of Derren Brown with my friends. Illusions are so much more comforting than real life. (Wish tables could fly).
Tried some homework... the Red-Room was unhelpfully depressing, with all its isolation and gloomy luxury. That unearthly sense of death must have left Jane as weakly drained