Day 1616

Catalogue boots duly arrived, all fine. It's very quick when you phone up - takes about 2 days.

Worked hard on the diss, finally got beyond the required word count - 12,223 so far.

The only trouble with this diss stuff is one can't spend all day doing it, leading to gaps in the day which tend to bring back memories of dodgy times. Like when after ST:TNG I felt the old boredom returning, so went out for a walk - the old one past the Crown and back via Short Lane and Fircombe Green.

Every other woman or girl I passed was in a pair. Don't we go out alone any more?

Got back to find e-mail from T semi-threatening to ring my supervisor up herself and go on about research assistantships. I hope she doesn't - and this is a different situation to the time when she rang up for the prospectus. Hey, it'd be great though if he offered me one out of the blue, eh?

I must say I wish I could take more pleasure in my achievements, or in any of the pleasant things that happen. I either take them for granted, or they form steps in a chain that have to be achieved anyway - like being top MSc student. That was quite impressive but because no-one knew (among other reasons) it wasn't much fun.

I've begun to see upcoming events as tests to be passed - the presentation, the nox gallinae, the (probable) new claims arrangements.