I am hopeful that a panel meeting went ahead today. I know that as chair of said panel I am meant to attend these things, but I left class early and went home. To die.
Perhaps die is a slight overstatement, but I am ill. I left Samira with a few things to discuss if in-class panel meeting happened (guest speaker plus countless presentations means there may not have been enough time for one), but basically, do we have time to organise bakesale? Perhaps we should just pay for venue and refreshments ourselves. It shouldn't be more than $15-20 per panel member.
In other news, a delightful benefactor posted me his copy of Pride and Prejudice, which arrived in this mornings mail. By the time we hold the panel I should hopefully be all read up on this Austen woman. Which is only appropriate given panel will discuss, among other things, her.
(Also in this mornings mail, a FREE PEN from Artline. Ho ho, hee hee.)
Now I must limp away to my death bed. By which I mean, go to sleep for the night.
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