(Second link took me to bonus feminism-hating, then I stupidly had a look at the Mary Beard facebook group and found anti-immigrant frothing and - of course - people who want to know "what Classics [insert discipline of your choice] has ever done for the British economy". LEARNING ABOUT OLD STUFF: ALWAYS AN ELITIST WASTE OF TIME.)
Perhaps it's a sign of my generally low mood that this makes me feel so gut-twistingly terrible. But today was going so well - there was the beach, and many birds, and big waves, and cottage pie, and perhaps more chocolate than was really necessary, and even a run, and I began to feel as if I am making progress re: this dissertation reading thing.
I think I might go and re-read hieronymousmosh's outline for a Rupert Giles-centric Buffy/Merlin crossover. Repeatedly. The more I re-read it the more parts of my brain think it might be a good idea. This helps to stop me thinking. Presumably because important parts of my brain have given up on the other parts.
In random footwear news - I got these excellent Rocket Dog plimsoles in the sales when I was south. I like them! Totally suitable for work, right?