So this is what it feels like...

Right. I've gone round the bend.

I've started giving bits of an assignment names like Oscar and Sunshine. Admittedly, the assignment in question is an installation of tiny clay gumdrop creatures, but still.

On getting to the station just in time to see my train pull away, my first thought was "oh good, time to finish reading that article for my tute on Wednesday."

Yep. I'm nuts.

This is a view likely to be shared with the people on the bus, train and station platform with me yesterday, because I was not wearing shoes when I made my journey home.

Tripping over and breaking your thong in half is quite embarrassing. Having to travel home from uni barefoot for 45 minutes on public transport as a result is mortifying.

Brain, come back... please...

Aargh. I've been a space case all day today.
I studied for four hours this morning, but only actually studied for about two. The rest of the time I was looking up Regina Spektor lyrics and thinking about making a Rose Walker sim. (My conclusions: I really, really want the Soviet Kitsch album, and will have to learn to recolour sim hair.)
Then this afternoon I missed the bus stop for uni. It's a really obvious bus stop that I've never ever missed. I wasn't even on the wrong bus.
When I actually got to uni, and got into my tute, I had a minor panic attack because everyone was already in groups for our group assessment task, and I didn't have a group. Except I did. I signed up in the first week.
Aargh.