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I really shouldn't be here; I should be writing my essay.

I had ten days to do it; I'm not at all sure how I ended up writing all bar a fraction of it today (starting now, thanks to an unfortunately slow lunch) when it's due in this evening. Although I suspect 'end of term' has lots to do with it.

*head-desk*

... see you all later.

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Well, I wrote my essay. It's a bit too long. (It's difficult to do 'John's understanding of the death of Jesus' in an undergrad essay, no? Though if I knew more about it, I could be more concise).

On another note: it's not the best defence of faith I've encountered, but the first half of this, in which Victoria Coren meets the Archbishop, and turns into a blithering idiot had me laughing out loud. Perhaps especially because the one time I did meet Rowan, the intelligent remark I wanted to make about his sermon evaporated. Though at least I managed to say something banal along the lines of 'thank you for the sermon, Father,', rather than blithering about watermelons.

Though it would have been funnier if I had. (Next time the situation arises, I shall try to blither about Doctor Who. At least I could expect Rowan to understand that...)