Don't call me funny bunny

I am amused by the existence of Brewfest, the World of Warcraft equivalent of Oktoberfest. Alas, I cannot partake in the revelry nor indulge in free virtual beer, for I am still working on this Godforsaken Essay of Torturous Doom. Beowulf would be turning in his grave. If he had one. Which he doesn't, 'cos he was burnt in a funeral pyre. Oh, and he's fictional.

Earlier today I talked to chilipeppasbaby (for the first time outside of LJ), which was fun.

In other news...

There is no other news.

Schedule.

Today - Finish Beowulf. Listen to Semantics lecture. Translate Old English. Translate Old Norse. Sleep if possible.
Monday - Go to uni. Hand in Beowulf. Come home. 6pm - 12am - Work on Vikings. Sleep 7 hours.
Tuesday - Go to uni. Read Semantics on train. Come home. 7pm - 12am - Work on Vikings. Sleep 8 hours.
Wednesday - Finish Vikings if possible. Work on Semantics assignment. Must finish it. No sleep.
Thursday - Go to class. Hand in Semantics. Hand in Vikings if possible. Splatdie.