bleaurgh

Epic poetry and victorian morality and classism all rolled into one super-stodgy unreadable 400 page poem that I've got to finish this evening. Aurora Leigh, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. The woman should've stuck to bloody well sonnets.
And I should've read it on Friday, really. I swore I would this week. But noooo. Left myself with two days to do a week's work in again....
And I've lost. Sorry to anyone out there for whom that's relevant.
And considering this is procrastination of the worst order, I'm going to stop and get on with it...