'Sect' is just a couple of small typos away from 'sexy'. Coincidence? I think not.

For some reason, everything in life is currently coming down to one little point: Life would be easier/better/cleaner/friendlier if I had a laptop. I suspect this is bollocks, and yet it increasingly appears to be the underlying theme of the universe.

I have little patience with history texts containing 14-line-long sentences. I dislike playing 'hunt-the-verb'. I hate having to look up four words in the one sentence. Academic historians annoy me. I hate the feeling of intellectual helplessness this essay is giving me. Not waving, drowning.