that which does not kill me ...

... makes me threaten to bite a student's head off and spit it out in tiny pieces. Said threat was made, only semi-jokingly, to the student's face. She evinced simultaneous amusement and fear. Why is it that people assume that the clearly-posted rules don't apply to them? 4.10 pm, when I have given curriculum advice solidly from 9am without a break, is not the time to pressurise me for an exception. Honestly. This is a friendly warning here. Don't do it.

On the upside, I Can Haz Computer. She's black and fast and sweet and extremely sexy, with an enormous hard drive¹. I have christened her Batgirl, for no adequately defined reason. This evening's plan: 1. Prevent mother from becoming all motherly and worried at my palpable state of exhaustion. 2. Feed mother. 3. Persuade computer to connect to internets, which entails lugging the Iburst from the Evil Landlord's office and sticking it into the relevant orifices in Batgirl (sorry, really awful image) and hoping like hell there's reception in my study. This would also entail hunting down the Iburst disks in the EL's office, except I am wise in the ways of the EL and know it'll be faster and simpler to download the drivers here, now, from campus.

Soon, soon the internets will be within my grasp!

¹ Well, enormous compared to my old one, which was all of 4 gig, and excessively choked with Doctor Who.