Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

"She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing." — Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28)

Rather morose, yes. But the most beautiful things always are.

I really don't feel up to saying anything intelligent or deep. Cambridge fries my brain. Term started today. Reunited with the wonderful Dr. Wakelin for some medieval revision. Yummy. Made a start on my dissertation draft yesterday, currently 1500 words in with 3500 left. Progress is SO slow, and it's due on monday, with another essay (for which I have done no work yet) is due wednesday. So time is a pressure. Luckily I've chosen an awesome topic, but I'm finding structuring so hard, that every paragraph is such a push, I'm constantly worrying that I'm missing things. ARGH. I do, however, get to include photos in it. Hell yeah. :)

Well, I've used up all my brain power for essays.