What started as a good day quickly spiralled into a mild existential crisis. I missed (slept through) my lecture for the 2nd time in 2 weeks, but made it in to have a meeting about the field trip to Iceland at the end of summer. A quick climb, and then back to the house for lunch.

Thoughts started, and didn't stop - why do I not care that I'm missing so many lectures? What am I here for? Where am I going? After a few hours of this, I had to get out of the house, and after almost walking in front of a car I found my way to the library café, where I met up with Fay for a repeat of the conversation we seen to be having most times I wind myself into this mess, before sitting down at one of the computers and getting a hot chocolate laden with whipped cream and marshmallows to make me feel better.

Applied to a few volunteering positions to try and take my mind off uni, and then planned adventures.