Monday strikes again!

And I spent a good chunk of it doing revision. That's okay, though. Then, maybe tomorrow, after the game, I'll bang out the other paper, survive the recording sessions, and get to Friday smiling enough to do work again. Maybe. Suffice to say, this week could be deadly. Next week might be better. Might not. Oh, well. Exams just around the corner and all that.

Only one slightly odd thing, and it's not even her feast day, but nonetheless, Saint Elzafinagle.

I feel boring these days. Maybe it's because the routine hasn't been jolted a whole lot, and I haven't been set off on some issue or another, but have watched the two sides squabble, wondered how I'll stay on schedule, and generally tried to keep my own life from falling apart. Not enough time to be anything other than boring, I suppose.

As opposed to my entire friends list, which seems ready and willing to wax philosophical about everything. Eh. Some days you're the pigeon, other days, you're the statue.