Dear dedicated readership of maybe 10 people:
Please know that I may be a bit scarce. This quarter at school is trying to kill me with reading. Trying.
I'm not complaining. I love being back in school, and I love to read, and I love to learn, so doing all three simultaneously is my definition of a good time. Well, one of them. All of my classes this quarter require a lot of reading, and learning to read, write, and speak another language is particularly time-consuming. I am grade-motivated and protective of my GPA, notwithstanding the fact that Sadistics...er, Statistics...tried to tank it.
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In fact, my only real complaint is that I was unable to finish I, Claudius. I tried, but Graves' fiction is quite academic, a bit ponderous and lacking in dialogue compared to bestseller fluff. After two weeks I hadn't even made it to Caligula's assassination, and the machinations of Imperial Rome were interfering with my absorption of the finer points of the Greco-Persian Wars. Perhaps I'll give it another shot during the summer break.
Still, I may surprise you. An idea may take hold of me and not let me sleep, or I may be unable to sleep and end up scribbling something out. It's happened before.