Cold-blooded (like a reptile!)

I cannot wait for this boy's book to be done! If he hurries up and sends it to me before the end of November I am totally writing my Cognitive Poetics essay on him.

Today has mostly been: walking around in the cold. Some sitting in seminars, some sitting in the theatre (again). But all I really remember is the cold.

I really hate the cold. I genuinely despise it. I do not find it refreshing, or bracing, or invigorating. I do not like 'wrapping up warm'. I hate the restriction of gloves. I hate being choked by scarves. I refuse to wear silly hats. I hate it when my skin goes see-through and the ends of my fingers go numb and my feet don't work and the small of my back aches with it all. I depise everyone who is sporting a grin and rosy cheeks and I swear to god if you toss that snowball at me you will not live to regret it.

So I got it wrong about my EPNS test! It is actually next week. This is good, I get a whole week to brush up on (i.e. learn about) Old English inflections and how they act around other languages (staring at the ground, scuffing their toes in the dirt, blushing). Also, I am now befriended in Cognitive Poetics, EPNS and Detective Fiction! This is all the modules I take!

The only thing I do not like about uni at the moment, actually, is the fact that it is not entirely contained within an impenetrable plastic bubble.

Will someone please sort that out? Ta.