Snooze spiked with the tattered remnants of dreams ripped apart by the alarm; missed tutorial on the Dead Sea Scrolls; breakfast with radioactive multi-vitamins and no newspapers; lecture that made the past week's reading make sense, and frustration that there was now no time to rethink the reading before the tutorial; return of the J^e(di), and there was much rejoicing, and coffee; Neo-Nazi is now a flavour of ice-cream, we think it should replace vanilla; Throw Your Arms Around Me, love for Paul McDermott and fic ideas that I have no time to consider and little will to write; long words and longer sentences confusing me into submission; tutorial with being told I was unfocussed, and biting my tongue to stop a blistering retort on the legibility of the reading matter without the simplistic explanations of the lecture, instead speaking more than usual, more forcefully than usual, letting it all hang out to lambast feminist criticism of the 'dominant paradigms', which I think is a pile of crap, and coming across as some sort of fascist 'vanilla'.

Hopefully the day will improve from here. It will involve spaghetti and sleep, so that has to be a plus.