the snowplough has just gone by on oxford street, and i'm up trying to cram latin for tomorrow's midterm. there're, as it turns out, not 140 but 280 lines of the s&m i have never seen before and would rather not have to sightread tomorrow because you know, one semester of virgil doesn't really equip you with the kind of vocabulary for reading scatalogical dialogues. and i am slightly hazy on the last third of the alcuin but i think i'll get by. and never mind the prose chapters of the s&m, i'll get through somehow, i expect. onward etc.