Johnnies Gone for a Soldier

I might as well catch the last few minutes of October.

Oh wait, October has 31 days.

I hope I don't regret my decision not to S/U Natural Hazards and Climate Change.

I'm surrounded by a charging iPod, a dying laptop (only 10% left, it warns me), a half dead but stoic phone, an empty bottle, a brochure for a film festival that's over, an essay question that hasn't been started on. And some happysad Celtic music.

I have to resist the temptation to just drop all other work and go finish The God of Small Things.

And I really like the name 'Rahel' - I hope it's pronounced the way I pronounce it. Ruh-hail.

Of all the times to come back here, I choose the night where I have a book to complete by tomorrow morning, an article to do up by tomorrow evening and an essay due the day after. Sheesh.

I really should get your names off my password.

"Humbling was a nice word, Rahel thought. Humbling along without a care in the world"

"They all crossed into forbidden territory. They all tampered with the laws that lay down who should be loved, and how. And how much."

From The God of Small Things