"You Can Take Me Hat or Me Bumbershoo..."
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psalm_onethirtyoneI've finished Jane Eyre. Please ignore my last entry regarding said book. *is reproachful* Mum lied to me.
We got two letters to-day! One to Horatio, from Hamlet, and one to Pencroff and N., from Harbert and A.! N. won't let me open his yet, because he thinks it imperative that I finish taking down his reply to A.'s first letter before we read the new one, which is I suppose fair, particularly as it ensures for him that I'll probably finally finish with it.
Have at last gotten my site updated. O_o I left it alone for an age, and there's a horrible number of things to go up. It's sad, though, because most of it's old things. I'm not a good writer right now.
What else? There was something else I wanted to say.
In a moment I shall go eat breakfast... I forgot this morning. O_o I think I slept five and a half hours last night, although I also did that the night before, and the night before that, so it's not exactly breaking news.
All my Sewanee books are here, so from now on until they're done, I can't take requests for books to be read, I can't read anything but them, so everything else is postponed. Those to whom I still owe unread books, my sincere apologies.
It's swelteringly hot here. I took off my flannel blankets and my quilts from my bed finally; but it really seems as though we've gone right from deadliest freezing winter into scorching and murderous summer. I wonder if the Liverpool pool will open early this year. It's so hot that I've put my hair up and am wearing it under my Courfeyrac cap, so that if I put on my moustache, I'd look like Nanni's icon of Wilfred Owen.
That was very silly, wasn't it?
I'm hungry.
We got two letters to-day! One to Horatio, from Hamlet, and one to Pencroff and N., from Harbert and A.! N. won't let me open his yet, because he thinks it imperative that I finish taking down his reply to A.'s first letter before we read the new one, which is I suppose fair, particularly as it ensures for him that I'll probably finally finish with it.
Have at last gotten my site updated. O_o I left it alone for an age, and there's a horrible number of things to go up. It's sad, though, because most of it's old things. I'm not a good writer right now.
What else? There was something else I wanted to say.
In a moment I shall go eat breakfast... I forgot this morning. O_o I think I slept five and a half hours last night, although I also did that the night before, and the night before that, so it's not exactly breaking news.
All my Sewanee books are here, so from now on until they're done, I can't take requests for books to be read, I can't read anything but them, so everything else is postponed. Those to whom I still owe unread books, my sincere apologies.
It's swelteringly hot here. I took off my flannel blankets and my quilts from my bed finally; but it really seems as though we've gone right from deadliest freezing winter into scorching and murderous summer. I wonder if the Liverpool pool will open early this year. It's so hot that I've put my hair up and am wearing it under my Courfeyrac cap, so that if I put on my moustache, I'd look like Nanni's icon of Wilfred Owen.
That was very silly, wasn't it?
I'm hungry.
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Date: 2005-05-14 11:16 am (UTC)I know. Pity, really.
No, no, it's okay! I feel a downright fool about it. ^_~ But yes, now I understand: and since he wasn't in love with her or anything, I still like him. So, yay.