the instigator of underwear / showing up here and there

I don't have such a good track record with Sundays, they're usually days of no new webcomics, running out of nice food and not being able to get any more because the shops are already closed, and not doing much work (and not being distracted from it because there are no new webcomics). But they've been considerably better since getting to York. For instance, good things this Sunday:

- Paying my college bill and discovering afterwards that the exchange rate is currently half-decent, as both our currencies are apparently plummeting apace
- Clean sheets. And floors, because I've actually vacuumed now
- Being jollied out of a petulant "I DON'T WANT TO EAT ANY OF THIS FOOD" strop at lunchtime ("why don't you have this nice scone, you can scrape off the clotted cream and just have it with jam")
- Sitting in the Courtyard bar watching music videos on the big screen and discussing the pros and cons of going out with Justin Timberlake (pros: would want to have casual break-dancing sessions in the evenings, cons: would probably be humourless about having been in *NSYNC, consistently pronounces "me" as "mayyyyy")
- Pink's new album on Spotify, especially "Bad Influence" ("sure, I'll have another one, it's early / three olives, shake it up, I like it dirty") and "Boring" ("insert rap here / onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightGO")
- It might, theoretically, be possible to get some Ph.D funding from Norway, though Forskningsrådet is being confusing even by the highly confusing standards of most scholarship programmes
- Since I started getting my soap from Lush again, the high-tech shower pod (not really high-tech) is flower-scented at all times. I use Figs and Leaves in the shower and Sexy Peel for my hands, and get compliments about smelling nice (on Friday it was prefaced by "I'm not being creepy, but", which just doesn't work as a performative utterance).
- "The Meretriciad", an epic-length 1761 poem dedicated to being a real jerk about actresses
- In fact the entirety of 18th-Century Collections Online

I do miss doing the 1800s a bit, not least because if we were doing a seminar on women in 19th- rather than 18th-century theatre I'd be able to do it off the top of my head. (More or less. I could do some scintillating bluffing, at least.) And I wish I could pay someone to trawl through scholarship websites for me. But apart from that it's all good.