So it's been a long week of doing nothing. I had all of last week off with nothing planned - thus nothing significant was achieved. That's the way things work I guess.

School starts tomorrow, I've started receiving textbooks in the mail which makes it all too real. I've already read one, called "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" actually written by a French man paralyzed by a stroke, he worked out a system of communicating with people one letter at a time and had one woman take his dictation. It was really good, and I recommend it, if you want to borrow it, I read it all in like 2 hours. He died just 2 days after the French publication came out.