The professor I will work for (haven't met him yet, waiting in his office) has this poem written on his white board. Makes me feel like a jerk, having Muse stuck in my head. I should be higher-brow. High-brower?
Got through my 9am today, but only just, as I was up till 3 last night. Up getting stuff done, at least, even though I did get a good 30,000+ point round of Word Challenge in.
Had a nice dinner with T and M; we made pakoras and talked about our feelings. Girls night!