Here I am, safe at home, using my parent's little laptop and washing machine. Mmmmm, freshly cleaned clothes...

I picked up my school books for next term the day before yesterday, and yesterday I read one of the books on the train. So I'm already done a third of the readings for a class. I'm feeling rather good about it. I'm looking forward to the new term. Fall terms are all so tough and rushed, with no chance to slow down and smell the roses. Not that there's a lot of roses in the snow, but you get the idea.

My hands itch to paint. Not to draw, but to paint. There's still an unfinished painting downstairs, plus an untouched canvas.

gah, there's so much that I want to do, so many books to read, people to see... and I woke up with a bit of a sore throat. It might be an affect of the CPAP, I dunno. I don't really want to be awake right now, but I have a doctor's appointment. And Catherine has invited me over this afternoon. Should probably take her up on that.

Well, should probably start getting ready.