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I am wearing a skirt. This is far and away not a common occurance in my life, so I thought that I should share. I am also wearing a shirt with a low neckline, but that is fairly usual, so doesn't merit mention.

I have this bizarre feeling that I had plans with someone tonight, but for the life of me I can't remember if I do or with who or doing what. Do I have plans with any of you? Speak now, or lose me to pyjamas, large quantities of red wine, and second year history essays.

Speaking of, a new pearl of wisdom from one of my Little Darlings:

Even the aftereffects of the plague upon England's society, posed both positive and negative aftermaths, which can be drawn up to say that England's people transformed after the plague hit them, and even after it came again in 1361-62, and again fifty some years later.

Now more coffee omf.


Handing in the first draft of my first chapter to my thesis supervisor yesterday has made me feel like I'm walking around with large circles cut out of my shirt just above my breasts. Very vulnerable and exposed. *fidgets*

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MEMO

TO: My Little Darlings
FROM: Your T.A.
RE: Your latest essays.

___________________


I realise that the Black Plague is a very interesting topic, particularly in the way that this professor presents it. It's all rather dramatic -- lots of human interest angles and gross symptoms a good dose of triumph of the underdog in the way that the subsequent labour shortage gave the peasant classes of England far more power than they had ever had before.

I realise all of that.

BUT NOT EVERY BLOODY ONE OF YOU HAD TO WRITE ABOUT IT OMG. THERE WERE OTHER TOPICS. OTHER INTERESTING TOPICS. OTHER TOPICS THAT, ASIDE FROM THE GROSS SYMPTOMS, WHICH INCLUDED OOZING BLACK PUSTULES, HAD ALL THE DRAMATIC POTENTIAL OF THIS ONE.

If I could get away with it, I would declare my plague quota filled and not mark the remaining three hundred million seventy hundred sixty-eleven thousand essays on the Black Plague.

But I can't.

Damn it.