Meta-Blog

Today we talked about metanarrative and the incredulity thereof, and that was easy enough. But then what exactly is meta? You can pretty much put it in front of anything. And people do. The idiot had a meta-sleep at 2pm today in which the sheets almost consumed her whole. Then there was the meta-lunch and the bolognaise was made with red wine. And she has just finished a meta-squash match against the Beccles ladies, who are in themselves the personification of meta.

PG Tips make meta-tea bags.

Enough. It's Lost Friday in 3 days and I think everyone should attend. Last time was magic and so sweaty, so much dubstep (another phrase I bandy around in an elastic way and really have no clue.) She hasn't indulged in a VK binge in a very long while. The VK was the definitive nutrient of the first term. £1.50 for a fortnight's supply of sugar? Truly wondrous.

She's so sleepy all the time and I'm finding it a bit hard to communicate. The radiator should be turned off and hot drinks should be exiled. She doesn't seem to understand that this is the only way the essay will get done. 'In what senses did the US Constitution reflect the ideas of the Enlightenment?' My foot. Exams for next term are irritatingly random; only two, one on the 18th May and the other on 1st June. We live in meta-times,

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