...I have been mostly trying not to think about Real-Roma since it is too distracting and worrying. The fact that I managed in a translation to suggest not once but twice that companies could be quoted on the sock exchange suggests that the non-distraction plan has been less than totally successful.
I have also been trying to find more work, trying to write a lecture on the Russian Revolution, trying to translate the list of possible messages produced by an ATM during various transactions, being mistaken for a student by my colleagues (yet again) and being mistaken for a Sard (yet again... this accent is a real problem. Specially when you come out with Roman dialect in a Sard accent). And I wanted to go to the tax office this morning and I didn't make it. OK that's a big lie. I didn't *want* to go to the tax office. Nobody ever wants to go to a tax office, I'm fairly sure, and certainly not when it's at the arse end of nowhere (a long winding bus journey out from Cinecittà). Let's just say that I urgently need to go to the tax office, and had hoped to get it done today. grr.
And it's 18.16 and I still have at least 2 hours of translation to do, plus I need to look over the Mid-Term paper I have set for tomorrow's exam, and write another few emails. And I'm tired.
So still no time to write the badly overdue Pitch Invasion post I was hoping to write today nor really to tell you much about Totti being charged for bringing the game into disrepute for slagging off the ref after the Inter game (likely outcome: a hefty fine).