hitting home

So... it's saturday afternoon, and I'm doing what I do on most Saturday afternoons - sitting on my backside, staring at a screen. But it all seems a bit depressing. As previously alluded to, I've been struggling with our English assignment for about a week now:

"Outline the emergence of English as a subject on the curriculum, the different ways of thinking about its role and purpose, and the five major models of English identified by Brian Cox. Which of these five models appears to be emphasised in the Revised Curriculum for English at Key Stage 3 and 4? Which of these five models matches most closely with your own thinking about English?
Draw on your reading, class discussion and your teaching/ learning experience."

You can probably see why.

More depressing is that, if I'd bothered to answer the phone at 8:41 this morning, rather than roll over and go back to sleep, I could've been working. For money. (Yes Dave, it's true.)

Still more depressing is that it has finally hit home that it is October, and I am living at Home - capital H. And will be for the forseeable future. Yes, it means certain domestic chores aren't really a factor: but my growing grudge against the bumbling undergraduates at UUC is growing by the day. Lucky prats. (And when you're jealous of someone who's university experience is going to be in COLERAINE, you know you've got seriously deep-seeded issues.)

But hey, the Swiss hits inexplicably continue, and have extended to the other end of the country... people of Lusanne, you also rock.