Thankgod Monty Pythons Flying Circus is living in a box set downstairs, skipped the Edukators for Pither's Cycling Tour of Great Britain :D Good times, but more importantly my later night film viewing, V for Vendetta?!? Why do I need to be introduced by Nordics to such a fantastic film, where has Guy Fawkes been all my life??
World Today failed to impress, about the Berlin Wall so plenty of potential, but an hour of lecturing can bore even the most hardcore of debating fans. Shame, though not as much as the enormous pile of reading material I now possess, must get through the Awakening before Monday, even if an attractive Descartes is lying temptingly on top of Philosophy Textbook . . . No!! Bad Katie!! Kate Chopin Time!
Winding down with Latin music in the Tea room, post therapeutic clean of the dayroom, calming to take all inner anger out against the burned stuff on the table, highly recommended. But alas, the hour is indeed late and must wake up for the run tomorrow morning, preferably in time for brunch, but can never guarantee that much commitment . . .
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