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[quinara]

For some reason I've been pretty much shattered for most of this week. I haven't been very productive at all (sigh) and yet here I am at twenty to twelve with my eyes aching from the tiredness. :( And I meant to clean up this evening as well... (Erm, on my desk there are, to count, fourteen empty Coke cans, two empty Tango cans, three mugs that once contained cup-a-soup, two mug/cup things that once contained tea, three glass/mug things that once contained juice. And then the table next to me is covered with books and papers I've been meaning to sort out.) Tomorrow, perhaps, if I can finish the second half of my Neo-Latin essay nice and promptly. (Random note: said essay had me looking up a reference in Aeneid VI. I forgot how much I love Aeneid VI. Oh, Virgil, one day we'll meet again.)

I'm now going to go and dream of, I dunno, llamas or something.