Tomorrow I'll not be going to lectures in solidarity if I sleep till after 11 AM, because they work out at £80 each but also I'm not going to set an alarm.
I mean, if you work it out by dividing up the fees for the amount of contact time we get with teachers, it works out that a lecture is worth £80 of fees. There was a strike on and I would feel bad about throwing away £80, so I just didn't set an alarm, hoping I'd sleep through the lecture anyway.
I have to admit that british are much more inventive than french. I lived in Paris during 8 years. I can tell you that underground french strikers are not funny at all.
We have more strikes starting this week, so should be fun But deep inside it's exciting! London turns into a zombie apocalypse. zombie people wondering around, not really knowing what to do.
And every little gust that chances through Will dance in the dust of me and you
It's time to work now but the shining of the sun all day long for days is making it impossible even when it's gone down and I'm not to deny I'm blaming it and squinting and looking away from my laziness so conveniently combined with missing her but no excuse, work now.
Trying to write a research proposal at home, and, well, to paraphrase:
I cannot work here, or I will upset the order. I cannot work here, for I set myself apart. And if I were to work here, in Caledonia, I'd cross the borders of my heart.