It was an early night yesterday, and my dreams were a vivid crime drama (well, a dark comedy) where I was a drug trafficker trying to lay low and avoid the law and my former associates alike. Legal Methods went well this morning; there were donuts left in the 3rd Floor Gallery, and I took one on the way to class. We covered more tips and tricks for revising our briefs, really getting into the details. I had a light brunch of falafel over rice, and I have three hours from now until Crim. I should head back to my apartment soon to get my outfit ready for the Talent Show. It’s about time the iridescent purple jacket was flaunted once again. Right after Crim, I need to rush over to the auditorium to do an audio test and whatnot. Strictly speaking, I don’t need to be mic’d up; I can project, but still. One thing I like about having lost a lot of weight is that my hair looks fuller as my face thins out. I’ve been noticing that recently.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 