Tonight I contemplate weeks of lentil soup and rice gruel, to be relieved by cans of cheap beer and free muffins on Postgrad Wednesdays. Money problems, man! I shake my fist in the direction of the institution responsible for the sluggish flow of US-fed funds. Ah well, I just hope my wisdom tooth delays its inevitable emergence.
All in all, I am happy. First fencing lesson and sore muscles from lunging, check. Fabulous view of docklands at dawn, check. Sweet texts from a sweet heart, check.
Ms d'Artagnan lives to fight for another day!