It's a sad day when 4 glasses of red wine + no dinner = maggoted.

(Stupidly drunk. I am so old. And lame.)

My day. All day.

(It's totally legit though, it's for one of my uni classes).

Barely at my desk all day... meetings, training sessions... oh and getting my makeup done for a photo shoot.

Not your average working day.

Here's what I don't get about Titus Andronicus...*

If they cut out Lavinia's tongue and cut off her hands and left her in the woods, then surely she would have bled to death. It's not like they had medivac.

Sheesh.

* this week's set text for my Shakespeare subject 

Slowly wading my way through the first week's worth of lectures and readings... and I thought this was going to be an 'easy trimester'.

Uh, no.

Voted, then had a democracy sausage.

Came home, was doing some gardening when my neighbour and her kids came out and said they were going to vote and have democracy sausages.

So I went with them and had another one.

Democracy rocks.

About the only things I've achieved today are collecting a package from the post office (4 text books, two of which I need to read over the weekend) and spend too much money at Mecca Cosmetica, because I have to have my headshot taken at work next week and I need makeup, so I don't look like an old hag.