others go on shopping sprees for clothes or sex toys, me...

As some of you may have heard, I am teaching myself Italian. However, I have decided my progress is not fast enough, as what with doing kickboxing, maths and 2x1km swimming every week, as well as seeing people and holding down a full time job, I only look at my Italian books once every 3 weeks or so.

So I am splashing out on an Italian tutor, whose name I have been given by a tutoring agency in Waltham Forest.

I am told his name is Claudio, therefore I like him already.

cooooooooooooooooooooool...

Dear Madam,

your name has recently been added to the catalogue of the British Library in connection with the work entitled "Television in Europe to 2010". Access to works via the names of authors is controlled by the creation of Name Authority Records which uniquely distinguish each author. It is often necessary for us to distinguish between different authors with the same name by adding dates of birth and full fornames; this enables us to ensure that works are correctly attributed. It would be helpful if you could supply the information below...

Yay. The British Library knows I exist. :o)

letters

I have 3 envelopes on my desk to be posted today.
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Claudio and me...

First Italian lesson, next Thursday 7:30-9:00. I will probably not do every week, but will try to do a few weeks in a row to start off with.

literature conundrum

This quote has been attributed to two different people, in these forms:

"Sleep...Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death"
-Longfellow

"Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them."
-Poe

but I can't verify either of them. Does anyone know about this? What's going on here?