Which leaves four days to get through before I can force myself to get up early to clear more marking at the weekend.
This is beginning to sound unhealthily self-pitying, but there's not much else it seems reasonable to be when one feels unhealthy.
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O Mr Connor, I begin, employing the vocative. O, I say, stir yourself from the slough of Despond and remember that not every day is like St David's Day as celebrated in some places. :)
I stir, O how I stir. But to little effect.
"I'm trying to think, but nothing happens!" -- Curly, from 'The Three Stooges'.
Heh.
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