Current mood:	listless
Current music:	The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.

Monday: Day Off. Huzzah. What to do with it:

1. Finish Glenn reading, with notes. Resist urge to chuck Through A Speculum That Shines out the damn window.


2. Tags: DEs IC/OOC log, Davin-Nick, Bobby-Riley, Ian/Andy.


3. Journals: Barty, Izzy.


4. Write a Lucy exercise.


5. Read more Aeneid. Resist urge to throw Robert Fitzgerald's shoddy translation out the damn window.


6. Catch up on thought pieces for Bill: binding of Isaac in the narrative style of the Odyssey, …something about Gilgamesh idek, and why Fitzgerald's translation of Virgil's invocation of the Muse sucks, is wildly incorrect, and completely removes the Important Thing that Virgil did that set the stages for how Dante opened Inferno and how Milton opened Paradise Lost.


7. Go to health services if I still sound like a sick cat.


8. Ponder NaNoWriMo stuff? Maybe. I can't do Cabaret this week, so I'll have more time.

Other shit to do this week: pack. Talk to Nick in the student employment office. Start working on the Milton annotating. Survive (won't be difficult, considering I only actually have class on Tuesday and Wednesday, FML; I need Bill's class to act as a buffer between me and October study days, but no. It had to go and be canceled on Friday). Resist very powerful urge to be stupid.