"Limerence" is the word of the day*

Ohhhhh. I don't want to read Sally Shuttleworth's opinions on Victorian psychology (no offense to them, but somehow I get freaked out every time I open that book; I think I'm afraid that one of the pages is going to read "HAHA YOUR RESEARCH IS IRRELEVANT" in 48-point type. It's that kind of similarity of ideas that isn't inspiring but just worrying). I don't want to come up with a 250-word MA dissertation proposal, or an idea for my 18th-Century Women procedural essay, or an idea for my Poetry of Loss essay. I don't want to walk anywhere in the snow. I don't want to not drink coffee for another two days (in a test of self-control I've cut out coffee for the week, which probably relates to why I don't want to do any of those other things).

I basically just want to dance all night and sleep all day, for about a week. And ideally I want it to be summer.

Dammit, I'm taking the night off, and then tomorrow I'll finish the proposal (for which I really don't need to read a single other book, it's just 500 words), make Fimo jewellery at CraftSoc like an oversized kindergarten child, and go to the University Challenge tryouts (Sarah is making me, even though I don't have enough general knowledge to get through a simple pub quiz). And then on Thursday I'm going to have the largest coffee known to man and everything will be shiny again.

*I'm kind of excited about this, because if it enters into general usage it's going to be so much easier to be a Norwegian-to-English translator. Now all we need is an English term for "hyggelig".