Nyaargh. I've got a 4000-word essay on Female Characters in Harry Potter, Narnia and His Dark Materials due next Friday, and thirty-odd short stories (not to mention poetry and an essay) to slog through for the fifteenth, and my Summer School exam on the sixteenth. I think my Semaphore notes are going to be a bit late this month. Something has to suffer, after all.
Remembering Katie came back with a No after four days. Usual stuff: well-written, but couldn't find a place for it. I use that one myself. When I use it at least it means what it says, but who knows...
Have counted up the survey results for the December issue of Semaphore; Rory's article on Dunedin Tea Abuse ranked highest with an average vote of 5 out of 5, and I was a bit shocked to see that Kate Smith's Glory came bottom with an average of only 3. I really enjoyed that story. Perhaps the low rating is partly a result of it being the last one in the magazine? I know I would have been a bit worn by te time I got to it, but I thought it would make a lively conclusion to the first edition. Ah, well.
Flatting: Am living within my means, and by "means" I mean what I'm earning from part-time work. Haven't touched the loan at all. That's about to change, though; I bought nice (read: dear) food on Monday, have internet and phone bills to pay, and have to buy more nice stuff to make into a plate for potluck on Sunday. Le sigh...
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I love the 'le sigh...' at the end! Very Pepe Le Peu. :)
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