I didn't write on the weekend for a very good reason.

That reason is that I was enjoying the luxury of sleep.

Yes, sleep.

I drove home on Saturday morning, with my books and all, intending to do my readings and have relaxing evening before having a solid night's sleep. What actually happened was that I got home, tried to read, started nodding off and ended up having a four hour nap in the afternoon.
My gorgeous kitty, who had been asleep on the foot of my bed, was curled up against my stomach when I woke up, purring madly at me. At least he missed me.
I had tea, talked to Noel for a bit, then went back to bed. And slept another 11 hours.
And god it felt really good. Just going *conk* and not being woken up. It felt fantastic. I finally felt like I'd gotten some decent sleep this week.

I got my readings and questions done early on sunday, then spent the rest of the day relaxing before I had to drive up to Geelong again. I would have stayed for tea at home, but there was a dinner on at uni that I figured I should go to. I arrived just in time, and felt a bit uncomfortable, sitting at a table where I only knew one person. I had mains, but felt really uncomfortable listening to everyone talking and obviously knowing each other. I left halfway through - I just really didn't feel like I could handle it. I don't know why. I just really wasn't up for it.