You can see how things will end by the way they begin.

(As to say... quando il buongiorno si vede dal mattino.)

I went to bed at 2:30 and still had to wake up at 6:30, I crossed the threshold to the university building realizing I won't see a bed, much less touch one, at least in eleven hours (to have the touching itself, add (hopefully) 3 hours) (I don't need a bed at all, though, in fact. Any flat surface would do does. Nearly fell asleep on the desk.), the fact that the counting has now reached eight (to go) doesn't make me feel particularly better, I thought today's first class was a different one, so when yesterday in an outburst of efficiency I got the notes ready I worked on the wrong ones, I dropped all my coffee before touching on it, and right after I learned that yesterday night an old professor of mine died. He was a good man, I felt so sorry for him.

All of this before 8:40. This one should be a very good day, yes.

And I really, really need to concentrate, if I want to try to write today's FAE (Ficwriter Appreciation Entry)...

( ... Well. )