Option 1: leave some of the pasta for tomorrow. Option 2: eat it all like the little glutton I am.

Dr Jim (you can always tell my lecturers, because they have 'Dr' in front of their names. You can tell how much respect I have for them by the fact that what comes after the 'Dr' is always short and familiar. Actually, I like 'em a lot. The ones I don't like never get mentioned here) told me that I wrote a good paper on Machiavelli. I refrained from doing the happy dance of joy in his office. Instead, I smiled and thanked him, got the Nietzsche references I'd gone to get in the first place, and did the happy dance outside in the corridor instead.

Now, I just hope 'a good paper' is over 80. Over 90 would be a new personal record, but if I'd done that, I think he would have been talking about getting it published.

In the course of writing this, I've eaten almost all of the pasta. There isn't really enough to keep. I'll just have to finish it all, now.