nasty

Nasty cold, that is. I am a disgusting object. Also, the cold meds are giving me extremely trippy dreams. Last night I dreamed the Earth was bombed to hell and gone, and then invaded, by an alien species who looked like giant, deformed ants. On the upside, the spacey cold feeling is ideal for coding HTML, which I have done for two days, which means all my course websites are up-to-date for next term. Apart from feeling bloody awful, I feel virtuous.

I also did some (slightly muzzy) reading in feminist gothic. What the hell is it with feminist critics, that they have to replace their theories with new, improved, contradictory theories every few years? I can't keep up. It's getting so you have to spent fifteen pages summarising the current state of theory before you can actually do any analysis. Bored now.