Gym. I should be going to it in a minute or so, despite that I'd rather, you know, catch up on sleep. Ah well, at least I now have the chance to test my 'the Children of Dune soundtrack makes for good exercise music' theory on the stationary bike.
Mass Mysteria keeps coming to mind at the most inopportune times, causing me to spontaneously whip out my sketchbook in the middle of someone else's critique simply to jot down a t-shirt design. My professor is not necessarily pleased with this tendency, but I'm sure I'll be fine seeing how I'm one of the few in class who is up to her 'knowledge of world news' standards.
Off to do things.