The past week was completely cannibalized by some non-school things I'm working on (and the aftermath of my 26th birthday cough cough hangover), BUT my advisor is happy with my progress on The Big Paper as of our meeting this week and on board with my general (vague, chaotic) plan for the semester.
It's Sunday and my schedule is packed as of, like, 8 a.m. tomorrow. I just got home from the department's annual welcome back brunch (underwhelming, as usual, but lox bagels!), and I'm *so* torn between spending the rest of the day cleaning my apartment, washing my sheets, working on my calendar, and otherwise getting my ducks in a row for the semester, and gifting myself the gift of drinking the rest of the birthday Hamm's and tattooing myself while I make a dent in my Netflix queue. But the day is young yet and who says I can't do both? Laundry in the machine, trash and recycling taken out, candles lit, beer cracked, dumb lizard (bottom photo) watching on with great skepticism 📚