I'm currently in the library. I was revising but now all the words are blurring together and I can't concentrate on anything for more than a few seconds before my mind wanders and....ooh, shiny things.
So, yeah, I've decided to retreat to the relative safety of the computer room and the internet. Hopefully I know enough about Charlemagne et al to get through this without making a total idiot of myself. Unfortunately writing something stupid is always a real possibility in history because all the people share the same names so it's very easy to say that some guy was married to his grandmother because he, his father and his grandfather were all called Otto.
Er, yeah, anyway. Now that I've bored you all to death with my pointless history talk, how about some comedy to lighten the mood. Namely the fact that I tripped and fell down the steps outside Rutherford earlier. It was quite embarrassing and not at all fun but feel free to laugh at me if you like. I also managed to lose my prescription in the process but fortunately some nice girl picked it up and ran after me to return it.
My mood is certainly an improvement on earlier when I wanted to crawl in a hole and die like the terrible person I am. Yay.