Didn't sleep well last night, for some reason. It could have been the pent-up frustration left over from my math homework and the neglected thesis paper with a rough draft due Friday; it might have been the girls down the hall totally disregarding the quiet hour rules. It may even have been because I stayed up way too late Sunday night and it's just now catching up with me. All I know is that I wasn't too happy this morning and I think I need a nap.
I also closed my fingers in the door last night, though not hard enough to do anything more than make me laugh at myself.
It was cold this morning, I heard someone say 30, and I believe it, because I saw frost on the grass outside Zink Hall. Damn, winter's coming. Seems that it's coming too fast, though. There haven't been enough of those wonderful, cool, crisp, apple picking, running through leaves, admiring the colors kind of fall days... as if summer lasted too long and there won't be an autumn this year.
Time to find my chapstick again.