it isn't tomorrow yet. but it will be soon. it is tomorrow already, though the sun hasn't risen. von is writing a paper on laments in the iliad, and addy is reading marx. i've just prepared my ovid lines and now embarking on plato. yen is preparing her thesis proposal on southeast asian politics. this is the hour of procrastinating students at work. why do i want the day here so much? i don't really. the day should be held off, so that all that should have been done can be done. or, donne, for that matter, if this were. today is monday, the day we're going to lunch with professor nohrnberg. it is the one thing i've been looking forward to for so long and all last week i've wanted the weekend to rush by so today would come, but by now i'm no longer happy enough to go. sort of mangled-up inside, restless-panicky about too many things undone. i saw on yen's away message these dorothy parker lines: to you who never begged me vows or verse / my gift shall be my absence... poetic, but not liveable, i don't think. i didn't have dinner or lunch yesterday and i'm ravenous for something now. von says i'm being over-nervous about grad school and letting too many thoughts get me and should just concentrate on one thing at a time. like, perhaps, prepare my greek now so that i can finish with a respectable grade end of the year. the water is boiling and oolong rather than jasmine is more appropriate for my mood. i wonder what "engelen" means in norwegian.