Of fog, Rachel's invisible pancakes, and the deluge of work

Today was foggy, just in case you haven't noticed. Much foggier than, say, something like my perspective on life and relationships.

What was also foggy was the pancakes which Rachel apparently saw being doled out by the students who were on strike(?) but remained elusive after our marketing tute.

Notwithstanding the general fogginess of today, Thursdays have been re-affirmed as the most superior of days within the uni week. May it prosper forever more.

Work. Work. Work. I can always see it coming from miles out, yet always seem to leave it to the last minute. I could probably think of a good analogy for it, but I can't be stuffed.

Word of the day: Foggy