Woke up late, despite my copious amounts of ill-timed sleep over the last few days.
Got up, went for a run (really shouldn't be doing that but was not in the mood to lift weights and needed to clear my head) and did domestic chores. I'm a messy person, as my family and friends will attest, so keeping my room even moderately tidy is a task worthy of Sisyphus himself. I consider it a rare talent to be able to know the exact location of any given item in a space that appears disorganised to the casual observer. Honestly.
Spent the afternoon organising my notes and wrote scripts for some upcoming videos. I chronically underestimate the amount of times the blasted things take to film and edit - had set myself a goal to be in bed by 10.30, having done mindfulness exercises, CBL prep and weights. As of 00:18, none of those things have come to pass. As an upside, I have about consumed my own body weight in couscous.
Feeling slightly nervous about the upcoming formative, but equally eager for the chance to appraise how much work I realistically need to do to keep up. I'm going to be studying aggressively this week, and minimising non-academics. That's easier said than done, but now more than ever I'm determined to do well at this and go in with all guns blazing.