A home without books is a body without soul. (Cicero)

That's enough for today. My claw-hand aches, my eyes hurt, and I've finished the PGCE stuff for now. I've received two books and ordered three, and spent the day torturing my colleagues with Juliana Hatfield. I've also bought tickets for Serious Money on Wednesday. (Student tickets are £15). All in all, not a bad day. Now home - to do some ironing and watch Heroes! Or perhaps to read.

Bricks are, like, heavy, know what I mean?

Having spent yesterday listening to Tortelier's recordings of the Bach Cello Suites, I'm having a 90s female indie day: Veruca Salt, Juliana Hatfield, L7, The Breeders, Babes in Toyland, Bikini Kill, Huggy Bear and so on. Bliss was it to be alive in that time of para boots, floral dresses and spiky guitars. Where are the riot grrls of yesteryear?

Update - just bought some Juliana Hatfield and received the new The Horrors album, as it's so much better than the first. Anyone rate Luscious Jackson?