snap

Ok, well, I gave up on the so-called 'all nighter' because the screen was doing this weird zooming thing. Or maybe I was. Also, I was reduced to eating pesto on toast as there is no food in my house! I work in a deli for God's sake, how is this permitted to happen?!

Also, my housemate came bounding in to announce that The Savoy was having a one night special and showing the original GhostBusters. Blatantly worth giving up an essay for.

Ah, excuses excuses.

So, the Vikings are still awaiting. I've just realised that I'd left myself a note in the middle of my essay, in red so I'd remember to take it out (always a good plan): "Went to bed here as too tired to keep eyes open. Follow up with back-up info from Egils Saga, then into problems with form of poem and then maybe form of Chronicles in general. Move into Campbells argument that just because tis poetical, does not mean that it is not true.

Write conclusion/adapt below. Biblio, fix printer and 2 copies. Yeah."

Yeah.


EDIT: "Egils Saga is a saga about Egils."



UPDATE:

I have finished my essay! It has the most kickass bibliography in the history of essays! But now my printer is totally fucked and refusing to print properly. I can't work out if this is because I had to reinstall it, or because it's got non-Epson ink in it. Surely it can't be that sensitive?

ALSO:

SLEATER KINNEY IN LONDON! AND NO TICKETS LEFT! I am crying so hard right now. Oh, alright, not actually crying, but I would be if my emotions weren't already shredded. I would just like to make it completely plain to anyone who happens to read this, I will do ANYTHING for just one single ticket to see this band. Get that?

ANYTHING. At all. Whatever. I am DESPERATE.



Sorry about all the capitals. I am feeling this pretty harsh.

Also, I just ordered this thing because I am health conscious. When I am not eating whole bags of Butterkist Toffee popcorn and pesto-on-toast at 2:15am, that is.