On a day, which is every day.

It was uncharacteristically warm out for the beginning of October in Victoria.

I have a six day weekend for Thanksgiving, minus my class with Carla tomorrow afternoon, which is pretty much heaven anyway and doesn't count. I thought the next few days were going to be uneventful as all hell, but, as is the way my life is going lately, they won't be. At all. In a good way. But I will take one day all for myself. One. There is so. Much. Work.

I fell dead asleep on Steph's couch this afternoon whilst doing the readings for Tim's lecture. Naps are fabulous. This is my deep insight for the day.