It has been an agonizingly slow and arduously painful task translating Tactius, he is a right pain in the backside to translate. So many annoying little clauses and nuances that make his Sallustian style tricky to translate. I am weeks behind on my module and after reading some of the comments on the "Forum" (FB group) like "I have worked through the exercises and have a pile of notes of which none of the material relates to the TMA" I am glad I went with my gut instincts and delved straight into primary source analysis (as always). I will still do the exercises, I will need to, for the exam, but I am more enthused about reading Tacitus and Frontinus in Latin than wading through demoralising exercises that grind one's spirit down to the point of being near crushed. It is a soulless thankless task.
In the entire course material (that is to say "the Torah" as I call it: the OU blocks 1&2) there is less than a half a dozen pages which relate directly to the TMA. As per usual, the standard "window dressing" will have to be done (that is to say, write the essay, re-draft it a couple of times, then commence with "Operation Lick-Bottom").
A little bird told me that Sad Sack is on the brink. I hope they find him before it's too late.
I have just been to the bloody dole-office and tried to claim some benefit for the first time in years (against my will, at the behest of my landlady). "Computer says no", because I have chosen to study, I am not eligible to have even the minimum the law states one is supposed to live on (even if I did receive that I would have to hand it all over to the landlady and the tax man, lest I have the house seized along with all my worldly goods). I am at a loss as to what to do.
Now I must go into work and face the air of suspicion, not only under the watchful eye of Chairlady Mao, but the seed of discontent that has been sown throughout the work-force.
Things, are not looking good.
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