Saturday & Sunday: full of friends, wine & music that flowed far too loudly. Yet, this week has spun off into a series of surreal, almost fake-feeling hours that have somehow tangled themselves into whole, complete days. Time is crawling and so is my mind, up and down the walls of my room, tingling with a numbness that at times, makes me feel like I might actually explode into a dozen sharp pieces of stress. And that would hurt. But it is all okay, my dissertation is almost completed & then I'll have a taste of fleeting freedom before exams.

I pulled this hot pink blazer out of the depths of my ever-messy wardrobe. I bought it at Salvation Army months ago...and the cat mask, well I thought some sort of ridiculous pursuit was necessary today. So I put it on, cranked up some old school Jamiroquai and got one of my very very lovely friends to snap away.

On a final note. Durham in the sun... Wow, it sparkles like the YSL arty ring I have been coveting.