British Museum

Well, the past two days haven't been overly eventful. I decided to spend a little time in the British Museum yesterday after class. I have somewhat mixed feelings about it. There were a lot of people there, and it isn't exactly fascinating, if you aren't in love with history. I also was exhausted just because this week's been rough, which didn't help. I was slightly miserable the whole time. The most famous thing in there is the Rosetta Stone. It is clearly a spoils of empire kind of museum. I did really like the architecture though, and bought this adorable egyptian cat key chain that is an amazing torquoise color. I may go back if I have some time and am less exhausted.
Then, Laura, Whitney, and I went to have tea at Patisserie Valerie as our low budget alternative to high tea for 35 pounds. The scones and tea were delicious as usual, and we actually got clotted cream this time which was wonderful. After tea I got to it and wrote my paper. It was so painful. I loved The Secret Agent, but it was so difficult to answer the questions the Pericles was asking. I described my experience of writing that paper as trying to arrange marbles in a cerain pattern, but as soon as you get some of them into place, all the rest roll away. I turned it in on time this morning, but really have no conception of what kind of paper I turned in. I gave up last night and watched Love Actually, intending to get up early to edit it. This morning though just wasn't any better. Oh well.
I tried to go to the PMC library after the paper, but the librarian went to lunch and never came back. So, I abandoned that plan. Instead I got the rest of the Morris reading done and did the response for that. Then I did the ID section of the final for Modernism and reorganized my facebook photo albums. Now I'm reading Gary's translation of Once Five Years Pass. With any luck, I'll start working on my preliminary set plan tonight too. That just leaves finishing the set plan, writing the two essays for the final, and working on the Morris paper. Yikes!