The pre-end-of-term panic is setting in. Still—apparently it’s not setting in quite as firmly as it could, ’cause after my having been out and about or in and up late all weekend, I went out and dinner-and-movied with Maud and Johnny Depp last night, and then have plays and parties and haircuts and museum trips planned all week this week. Amidst all of that, somehow I’m going to prepare a presentation on les années folles in Aragon’s Aurélien. I think I need to log in some library time today. Urgh. I just wanna go back to London and sit in the front seat upstairs on a double-decker bus.