*mutters*

First off, once again, curse the work filtering system. Can't reply to bloody lj. And am too lazy to use iPhone for the purpose.

Let's see - picked up The Scar and am rereading it. Have forgotten how weird the world of Bas-Leng is. And that I need to find my coy of Perdido Street Station.

Plans tonight involve homework (get at least four pages of various stuff written) and watch Delicatessen. Why hello post-apocalyptic 1950s France!

Cooking Apicius has returned. Am grumping about some of her versions. Am also in a snit over Animal, Vegetable, Miracle's writing style and tone. Both are relatively unimportant things, but will discuss further later.

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Home from work.

Tired. Grumpy. and *blah* This week is still looking like it's going to frustrate me immensely - between stuff due and general tiredness, it's not looking particularly spectacular.

Plans tonight have morphed to writing about six pages of shit for papers - I am less than enthused. Still going to watch Delicatessen - it's been sitting there for too long and I think it'll suit my mood.

Hrmm, this Black Sheep icon is getting used more than I thought it would...


ETA several hours later: mood slightly improved with book purchase (Looking For Jake)

ETA several hours after the previous ETA: with the mindset i'm in - it's pretty damned hard to not make my flower descriptions sound like bad erotica. i'm working on my mapplethorpe paper and have been staring at lots of male nudes. and then i'm confronted with a calla lily.

*sigh* i need a life.

onwards

have moved on the sabils and kuttabs for my islamic art class.

and amelie.

have forgotten that, when one's french is abysmal*, it can be hard to follow. bright side - i've watched it enough that i can watch out of the corner of my eye and look up when favorite scenes come on. (these include anything in the cafe, the gnome, or nino.


*by abysmal, i mean i can recognize a word here and there