I'm not drunk...

I'm just more like myself.

Which is to say, I drank most of a bottle of wine, and blathered at people I barely know about Anglo-Saxon bishops. And then came home and emailed someone else about manuscript provenance.

Yes, yes, it's a whirlwind life I lead.
I predict another hour before I sober up and can go to bed. What shall i do in the meantime?

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Kevin Rudd appoints female talking head.

I wonder if the current principal of Women's will smarm about this as she does over Mari Bashir? Or perhaps Quentin, as a previous and highly respected principal (and one who DIDN'T make a fool of her tipsy self at every formal occaision) isn't someone she wants us to remember?

I finally finished my table!

Nevermind that there's at least as big a table to make for the Latin section. Nevermind that I've yet to wrestle with the paelography. For now, I have, in 9 pages, a neat table of all the Anglo-Saxon texts of Nero A.i part B.

Surely I don't need to do anything for another month now?

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This is what we call Serious Academic Advice.

"Go out, get blind drunk, and you'll be so hung over the next day you won't be able to think about your thesis at all"