I don’t know if there will be a point to this one really. It’s certainly not going to be anywhere near as lovely, interesting, or poetic as my title suggests. You see, I’m actually quite sleepy, in the way that you get after spending a whole day out in the sun. [Which I did.] It’s the kind that makes your eyes feel kind of dry and your body feel heavy. It’s impossible to describe how satisfying it is to feel sleep, because it seems like I feel it so rarely – or at puzzling intervals, like three in the afternoon or seven PM. Times when you should not sleep. Otherwise, I don’t think I get sleepy too often. Just ready to go to bed, and that doesn’t happen much until around 3AM. I suppose its because I stopped forcing myself to bed at a reasonable hour once school was out. 

I had an epic, EPIC first day of class, that will probably merit a blog of it’s own. For now, I’m going to take advantage of the loveliness of being tired by brushing my teeth and climbing into my loft. I’ll leave you with the obligatory “first day of class” photo that I took this morning.

C’est tout.