productive. as usual.

So, you might ask (or maybe you don't; that's fine). What does an Oxford postgraduate student really do?


You conjure in your mind images of stacks of books reaching floor-to-ceiling, nineteenth-century manuscripts strewn with their accompanying magnifying glasses upon my desk, the passage of time marked only by a furious clicking of computer keys in desperate attempt to reach the word limit in the time limit. Snow swirls outside. A light steam rises from my cup of tea.

That stuff happens sometimes. But here's what I'm doing right now:

Books: check, but closed.
Doctor Who mug: check. Skim milk.
Galaxy chocolate: check. Delicious.
Flash game with explody things: check.