I knew I was going to have to be in some kind of altered state in order to write my MA dissertation proposal (250 words of genius, due next Monday, and as of this morning I literally had no idea what I was going to do with it), but I thought it would be in the form of a violent caffeine high rather than a migraine. I was sitting in King's Manor staring at Bram Dijkstra's "Idols of Perversity" when I started getting an aura, and once I got home I had to keep getting up from my bed of pain to write stuff down. When the headache started to lift I had the proposal ready, and now it's written out. I might not submit it until tomorrow in case a more sober mood reveals it to be nonsensical, though. The topic is definitely very depressing, but considering how oddly life-affirming my Ph.D is looking I'm probably allowed. And the department has at least one expert in the very depressing who can supervise me.

Will write about non-academic matters as soon as any occur; lately even my non-working life has been pretty nerdy (going to the "Dracula Experience" in Whitby, talking about books in cafés, talking about books in pubs, University Challenge tryouts). Uncerebral times ahead tonight, I think.