Long day

Like indicated in the title, it had been a long day for me. I had to go out at around eight in the morning and came back about two hours ago, so that's twelve in the night. For almost all that time I had to work, reading, writing, and calibrating... Basically tearing my hair out to squeez out every ounce of imagination I can spare in a day. At least I'm close to doing something I truly believe in. That makes it all worth it I guess. I just hope my dream wasn't so darn far away.

During the evening I went to a little cafe in the town for some food. It was during the happy hour, and guess what, a glass of chianti and a plate of gouda cheese for four dollars. Not too shabby considering that practically every non-junk food is overpriced in the city's night scene. That's about all I ate for the whole day I think. Maybe I'll go back to that place next week.

My brain's too haywired to write properly right now. Guess it's time to rest a bit.
(the ever present motif of metamorphosis and the Jungian obsession with archetypes and masks come to mind. Why are these ideas so omnipresent to a physics student?)