Veni, vidi, vici

That's right, grad school application number one! I CAME, I SAW, AND I CONQUERED! Ok, so maybe that's a little over-joyous since I still have 66% of them left to do, but it feels quite nice to have one checked off the list. Also, most of the work I did on it was concentrated into the last two and a half hours, so if I can do that again for the other two, it won't be so bad at all. However, it left my bed looking a little like a war zone.


...and you can't see the floor. It was absolutely covered in paper that I deemed now worthless and therefore recyclable. Whilst digging through all this paper/music, I discovered that I do not, in fact, play oboe. Instead, I play the hoboe. Who knew?


A welcome interruption came in the form of...well...they say pictures are worth a thousand words...


Ha.

And, of course, as life gets more busy (stressier?), my corner gets messier.


Once I finished, I made some celebratory oatmeal (steel cut oats, of course) with maple syrup, cinnamon, and nutmeg, and called it a night. All in all, minus the power outage that knocked out everything from Wenham to Salem, it was a very productive evening.