Got books?

I do! I got books! And I is special smart grammarly.

(Please forgive me for that. I've already fallen asleep once this evening. I may not be completely coherent on all levels.)

I came home yesterday to find my uni course materials had been delivered! (And left outside on the doorstep, where the box could have been easily stolen or rained on. Grrrr. Luckily it hadn't been spotted by an opportunist or left in a puddle.)

Going back to uni is both thrilling and terrifying. But getting my books and materials, having them in my hands, somehow makes it feel real, in a way a registration email confirmation doesn't. I'm psyched, and also now starting to wonder how I'm going to get through so much material. I think an early start on the required reading may be needed!