I confess, I am somewhat wistful about being so solitary, so when Michael called yesterday I gladly took my last sorry pennies to get sloshed on Happy Island. The entire time I was there I wished to read the CAH or the Penguin Tacitus' (I took all three [Vita Agricolaeque Germania, Annales et Historiae] naturally, I only wish I had two copies of dialogus so I could study on the move, it's bad enough not having Suetonius, Josephus and Dio not with me, I really must find a large kobo from somewhere with a light sensitive panel, anyway). Newton supposedly said that time spent away from study is time wasted. We sure were that yesterday, headed up on the hill with the neurotic psychologist and her old/new boyfriend. It was nice to have some company, but these people talk such dross. Mike's conversation was semi-alright, had it not been ill-informed and steeped in this kind of paranoid conspiracy nonsense, and Wolfae's guitar "playing" was down to its usual low standard, complete with husky wailing and the gnashing of teeth, Mike playing the bloody drum, God, it was awful.
I don't know why on earth I bother with these people, oh yes I do, my circle of friends is somewhat diminished momentarily, and if the truth be told, it's lonely just myself, Ronulus and a solemn prayer.
It is sin, I should have been studying, or finding more work, or doing menial chores, but I just thought: to hell with it. Let's have a jam.
It wasn't the best move, but I am back studying now, as is little Ronulus Litterator Maximus Fleximus Augustus Caesar Magister Artium (Barkaeology) Rons.
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