On the good end of things, apparently the number of cavity inducing bacteria in my mouth has dropped considerably. Better living through awful tasting mouthwash, I say!
Also I met with Dominic today & I am running sound for The Nice & The Nasty
(& don't tell me I'm doing too much, this is after my thesis is due, & it's hardly any time at all since all I have to do is push the go button & it will keep me sane. So there). It was really nice being back in the theater again...man. I am definetely leaning toward Ireland instead of Royal Holloway. We'll see what happens...
& I have a topic for Donne class! I think. It made sense to me at midnight-thirty last night, which of course means nothing, but it still makes sense to me now, so hey. The next test is telling it out loud to Dr. McD in a few minutes. We'll see if I pass...
& I worked on my thesis like crazy yesterday. & found a few more sources, including a hilariously biased biography of Margaret from the 1960's, translated from the French. There are some parts that I'd really like to cite, but the man's prose is so flowery that his facts are suspect. Oh lord.
& finally, happy birthday to the bard! I would post my favorite sonnet (29--When in disgrace) in celebration, but roz_mcclure
beat me to it, so another favorite:
Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'
To me that languish'd for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate' she alter'd with an end,
That follow'd it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away;
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying 'not you.'