The Libation Bearers.

Once again, I should be working on an essay. This time concerning a critical moment within Aeschylus' Oresteia where Orestes comes to realise his inexorable destiny. However, instead of finishing off the last few hundred words of this, I'm seemingly doing anything except the essay. So far I've read in unusual detail The Observer while drinking coffee and paced around my room while listing off mentally the last jobs I have to do. Oh well, as long as it's done at some point today, that's all that really matters.

In the mean time, I may as well finish off reading the first few books of Paradise Lost, which we're supposed to be studying in the first lecture on Tuesday. That is, of course, if I'm able to get into the building. Normally, you understand, this wouldn't be a problem, but after half te.. sorry, reading week, we (the degree students) have a wonderful new building that looks like the bastard child of a typical B&Q store and a Lego brick. To get into the building, we need our ARU I.D cards. Which we don't yet have. They're supposed to be awaiting us at reception on the morning, but we all know what the bureaucracy is like in those matters..