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I’ve been a poor blogger this past week. My apologies. Latin, dissertating and working has been a bit overwhelming. I have recently started re-watching Star Trek: The Next Generation and, this too, has become a time vortex.

Rather than recap episodes of great dinners with friends, dirty escapades and boring Latin complaining i will zoom forward to Sunday evening when i FINALLY sit down (well, lie on my bed to be exact) and start working on the chapter of my dissertation due this Thursday.

It has been a glorious week-end and i spent some of the afternoon sitting outside in the sun, working on my homework. When i came back in, i set-up ye old laptop to charge and STUPIDLY left the adaptor box under a pillow i had thrown on the bed. Zoom forward to 9pm when i realize, to my complete and utter horror, that somehow, i only have 50% power. My adaptor had died. It was so hot i thought my skin would burn.

Panic ensues. The only productive thing i have managed to write (because the first couple of sentences of anything is the hardest) is a working title: “Fiddling while Rome burns: Nero as Tyrant in mid-fourteenth century Florence” and an opening sentence i have re-written eight times. Wow.

Because i am brilliant, i threw the adaptor into my fridge and proceeded to panic. Sending myself all my files since my last online back-up, searching for the nearest Apple store… but disaster was averted. Within ten minutes the charger was functional again. Collective sigh of relief.

I need to be more productive, procrastinate less and sleep more. This close-call hits home. So i promptly blogged about it. An addict is an addict.