At the moment I'm nibbling leftover cookies and peanuts, drinking my coffee black (time until I can go shopping: 2 hours) and waiting for the temperature to finally reach 20°C.
Turning off the heating when I'm gone for two weeks might be sensible, but even the dog was giving me dirty looks when we stepped into a 13°C room. (Yes, I love my thermometer. And, at the moment, also speaking in parenthesiseseses)
Now, back to studying and applying for Things To Do After The Exams, excluding, it might interest a subset of my flist to hear, the job which would result in me spending most of the next two years fisting bulls.
Ehh, yes. kriski? I'll call you when I can at least pretend to be sane.