Coming to an End and a Beginning

I'm officially done with classes. All that is left is one final and I am free for the summer. Oxford is less than three months away. I have to book my flight (almost immediately), get a new suitcase, and start working my way through the reading list they sent me. I'm not going to lie, I've been using my forthcoming trip to justify marathoning episodes of Inspector Lewis. Hey, it's set in Oxford and I believe much of it is filmed there.
I also tried a European style beer with a higher alcohol content the other night and ended up with the worst heartburn of my life. I'm am not fit for pub crawls apparently. I'm fine on wine and American beer, but not European beer. Alas. At least there is little chance of my becoming a drunken wastrel ambling about England and neglecting my studies. There was never much chance of that though. Many of my friends couldn't seem to understand why I was going abroad over the summer to actually study. ("You're actually planning to spend your time in classes?")
Last week I surrendered my manuscript to my advisor. Already I'm thinking of the million little and not so little things I need to change about it once it's back in my hands. Before I turned it in I gave it a once over for major mistakes and fixed my chapter numbers (they got a little wonky along the way). Now I'm thinking back over that reading and simply analyzing how my story works out, trying to put myself in the reader's point of view. I actually feel embarassed by one plot device now that I've thought about it. It needs to go and be replace by something that uses my character's brains more than her feminine wiles.
Ugh, I wrote it under the influence of insomnia and deadlines, that is my only defense. I feel like she comes off as too manipulative and calculating, but also too confident and experienced in her dealings with the opposite sex. It's just all wrong. I hope my Professor isn't totally put off by it.

Laurence Fox Appreciation Post

When I first saw him in Becoming Jane I thought he was sweet, but awkward. I may have even referred to him as "Lurch." However, he's been winning me over with his performance in Lewis. I was watching an episode from last season this afternoon and I realized that he had officially won me over. I was enamoured.
Maybe it's because Detective Sergeant Hathaway loves his Gibson guitar so much and looks so sexy when he's having a furtive cigarette (even though I hate smoking). Somehow the long limbs, the skinny tie, the new flippy hairdo all suit him. The quiet, intellectual types always get me of course.

I think Fox is a great actor and I am definitely a Hathaway lover. Update: I just found this video of him singing and playing the guitar. Swoon.