My acupuncturist can diagnose neck and shoulder pain just from taking my pulse.

Mind. Blown.

There's no such thing as a 20 minute mid-afternoon power nap for me - it always turns into a 1.5 hr late-afternoon nap, which transforms me into a late-night power worker who is incapable of getting to sleep before 2am because, ENERGY.

Sigh.

The Mater has arrived. This equals bugger all study being done for the next week. Sigh.

Procrastination is not just my middle name, it's also my first and last name.

Ugh.

No matter how many times I tell myself I'm going to get to bed at a reasonable hour, it gets to midnight and I've found a second wind so ignore the clock and keep working away...

I'll regret this at 6.30am when the alarm goes off.

Remembering Private Robert Burns (Grandad) and Private Clarence Ephraim Horgan (Great-Uncle Clarrie), who both returned from the First World War; and Private John William George Horgan (Great-Uncle Jack) who was killed at the Somme on 11 August 1918 (age 24).

Lest We Forget.

So frustrating when the one Lit lecture I've been looking forward to all semester isn't uploaded to the website because the guest lecturer couldn't figure out the vodcast system.  Grrrr.


Oh and yes. It was a lecture on Jane Austen. No surprises there, huh?