Look! Am actually doing research.

Well, no wonder I was having such a hard time tracking down the original reference for some data I need. I wasn't looking in French journals from the '20s. If I thought I could get away with it, I'd cite some random modern summary, too.

*sigh* I don't think my French is up to this. We will see, I suppose, once I get around to getting it out of the library, since the internet is less than obliging with providing me with a digital copy.

I am having way too much fun reading excavation reports from the 30s and 40s, in the meantime. They all sound like they were written by crazy gentlemen explorers; my favorite so far opens with: "One day just before the outbreak of the last war, the groom and I were exercising my horses...". Nowadays people try to be, you know, scientific, which is more useful, but so much less entertaining.

Teen angst is supposed to end when you stop being a teenager

God, why do I do these things to myself? AIM is supposed to be for entertaining diversions while I work, not epic chats with high school friends who make me alternately furious and upset while in public. Also, why am I incapable of ever coming out and saying anything directly? I hate that I dance around everything, I watch myself do it and I hate it because I know how obvious and blatant it is and that if I really didn't want to talk about it I am perfectly capable of changing the topic, but I do it anyway, waiting for someone to notice.

( Context involves a long AIM chat under the cut )