... the reign of the autumn coffee monster: bane of existence (and sleep), the fiend to which so many pay homage. Willingly, of course. Imagine a world without coffee and, woe betide, tea?
On an official basis I now have a month of grace left before my university studies begin, which I totally haven't spent hyperventilating about it all. I guess I am at the stage where the prospect, despite the recent delivery of my books (including rock samples. ROCK SAMPLES!) still feels a little surreal. It's been a bloody long time since I've had anything to do with education, but it does all feel rather exciting to be taking this step back into the puzzling world of science, to do something I love.
It's terribly Stilton (and Edam... and Red Leicester) to mention it, but confidence really is the key. Even if that key comprises waking up one day half a year ago to say some variation of "Screw this, I'm going to be a student again."