I heard yesterday from a friend I hadn't seen in a while that rumour has it I'm going to exchange to another school. He called his source "little birds". I can but wonder what has been pumped into those seeds to get a single bird suggest that I would be leaving the university. You're not going to get rid of me that easily. Especially now that I can see Her so often. And now that I have found a mother substitute (she's great!).
I should read about 150 pages of Jane Eyre till next Thursday, and yet another hundred pages of Hard Times till Friday. I would so badly want to forsake Brontë alltogether and concentrate on Charles Dickens. It's less depressing. Maybe I'll just type in the translation I have and do something else on Monday. No, that would be irresponsible.
Did you, by the way, notice the C.S.I. episode's movie references on Wednesday? What was Grissom's movie? What about Nick? I recognised Sara's right away; I love American Beauty! And Greg had Sin City; the red lips gave it all away. What is it with straight men and lesbian fantasies, anyway?
Okay, maybe I just do the research for the few details of the translation now and leave the typing till Monday.
