Monday, January 17, 2005

After coming back from Paris I find I am in The Guardian today (bottom of page 15). Lest you think my life is glamorous, I can assure you - it isn't. Most of today was spent marking an enormous pile of essays and dealing with students who wanted extensions. And when I got it all down to a manageable size, another enormous pile of essays was added. Just call me Sisyphus.

I hate psychic stuff, but three times recently I've dreamt or thought of someone who I've haven't heard from in months (or in two cases years), and then later that day they've emailed or phoned. If that's my psychic "gift" then I think I'd like to exchange it for being able to travel in time, becoming invisible or teleportation.

Mental note to self - you can eat too much houmous.

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