Well, that’s the Waugh done.
Tomorrow we begin the siege of the Kelly library, in preparation for the marathon writing of the Victorian poetry paper.
Why don’t I feel more rejoicy?
Maybe it’s because it’s late, I’ve eaten badly, and I smell funny.
Time to go shower, then to bed.
Mum is going to seem SO. PERKY. tomorrow morning at 8:45am.
Aaarrrghhhh.