/lit/ - Literature

>tfw fell asleep at my desk late last night while studying, here at the University of Oxford
>tfw woke up an hour or so later and just slumped into bed with my clothes still on, including black pleated cotton trousers, fresh shirt with a comfy grey jumper worn over it
>tfw I experienced a lengthy dream in which I was in London trying to reach a certain place but could not find my wage between the relevant tube lines
>tfw woke up this morning in my ancient dormitory previously occupied by several Great Minds of the post
>tfw looked at my reflection and saw that I had achieved the rare aesthetic of the dishevelled by brooding student (of the University of Oxford) that I have sometimes attempted to achieve
>tfw put on my unisex black cape jacket and walked through the early morning mist through the Harry Potter-esque quad where nobody else was around
>tfw the aging, working class (poor) gatekeeper said something to me in his working class (uncultured) accent but I simply smiled at him the same way I smile at ethnic minorities in passing
>tfw I "popped into the shop" to buy some milk, bread, jam, butter, tea, sugar and a bag of Wispa Bites on offer for one pound
>tfw I returned through the ancient, hallowed streets past old stone walls and rustic iron gates and past the spires (pic related) of ancient colleges
>tfw in my hallway I hesitated a moment while looking towards the dormitory of the Jew that my former-hopefully-soon-to-be privately educated (~£36,000 fees a year excluding additional fees for private tuition etc), posh, Elite, genetically unsurpassable girlfriend is now dating and presumably allowing to penetrate her
>tfw felt intense rage and anger for a moment, as per my working class (rugged) background, but decided to be the better man and make some jam on toast instead and a cup of tea with three sugars
>tfw a long day of studying ahead as I prepare for a ruthless academic period

I hope your day goes well fellow posters. Though you may lack the necessary intelligence and physical (not to mention aesthetic) environment in which to scale the kind of emotio-academic peaks I myself will ascend today, nor plummet into the kind of spirtuo-nihilistic nadirs I also will face in this waking period, I wish you well nonetheless and hope your proletarian existence is not burdened too greatly by the demands of an economy which recognizes you (perhaps correctly) as little more than an economic unit whose capacity as a human being extends little further than the role of "taxpayer".