fox | but i'm so tired.

Got up this morning and continued to crunch numbers/make recommended changes to the thesis. Gave revised conclusion (last 5 of 21 single-spaced pages) to supervisor @2pm. Went to meeting with a couple of other common room presidents who either are unaffiliated from OUSU or are considering disaffiliating. (Continue to insist on un- prefix for adjective and dis- prefix for verb. Am aware this makes me a complete hardass.) Went to Blackwells and spent >half an hour looking up citations for things that are common knowledge. Bought a book so they wouldn't hate me. Went to Superdrug to buy cotton balls and shampoo. Went to Ben's because I deserve a cookie, goddammit. Ran into the caretaker on my way back in to college, and learned that the reason he hasn't been around much lately is he's got some sort of mystery illness that's been multi-tested and they're still not sure what it is. Ran into The Boy Who in the common room; he was doing some sort of research to determine wtf B From Downstairs could have been talking about when he claimed to have "kept on seeing", in churches, on what he called "foundation stones", an inscription that looked like an O, followed by a P with a horizontal line across the bottom, followed by an AE ligature. It took me approximately two seconds to suggest that the P-with-a-crossbar is actually a (stylized, for whatever reason) R, so the word is ORÆ, that is, 'prayers', which, as B also claims to have seen family crests in these inscriptions, makes a person think that what he was calling 'foundation stones' are actually paving stones in the floor, and he's worryingly ignorant of, I don't know, Latin and the burial/memorial habits of the early modern English and architecture. Or something.

Came back up to my room to find an e-mail from the supervisor, saying the revised pages with his notes are in my pigeonhole ... in the department. Which is only two or three blocks away, but, wah, I don't want to go out again.