Life is busy. One semester ends and the next one starts straight after, and I'm studying stupidly long hours again. I keep meaning to write something, but then I don't. No loss to anyone, I'm sure. Orientation weeks are always terrible experiences, and 9-5 lectures on barely relevant topics make each day feel like a small eternity. Thank god that's over.
I'm taking the day off tomorrow and flying to Melbourne for an early weekend. I hope it's nice there.