That Old Photographer's Eye.

I had to break out my Photographer's Eye because it was a beautiful evening tonight. For the first time in a long time, I stood out in the rain as the thunder played off in the distance.

It wasn't just raining, though, the Moon was out.
Half-full and extraordinarily bright.
The porch was lit-up and I didn't have to flip a switch or strike a match.

I burned through the Government Class that I was dreading today. I met my quota on work despite being late for the first half of the lecture because I was checking in on the Vital System I was covering in Biomedicine. It's never as bad as you think it will be.

I still haven't picked up stamps, though. The woman who sells them said they were actually out, and I've run out of the cute ones that I got from the Shelter.

Really, though, Please keep expecting things.

Also the doodle: When matches begin in Killing Floor, people always go Sharpshooter, and then devastate a wave in thirty seconds, reloading all the while. Parsee and I, though?

We take out our knives and go Berserker.

Good Morning.

It's about 5:30 AM over here, which means I've just about finished my cup of coffee and am considering having a second - I've also eaten the other-half of a delightful sandwich I had for dinner last night. I've taken to eating lightly in the mornings, which, while keeping me more-functional than just-coffee, also makes my belly make some weird sounds in demand for more midways into classes as it demands more food, which I don't have until I get home, because I don't take a Lunch Break.

It's worse when I'm in the Gym, because before I'm home, my belly has likely done it's impression of a Chocobo ("Waaaark-!") while I was sprawled out for my Benches or something.

I've yet to get stamps. I'll pick some up today, or something. I always burn through them because they only come in sets of twelve, and I have to pay double-postage on the internationals. Still, I don't think I've mailed anything, other than Arzi's present, as of late, and that's frustrating. I'll definitely have something on it's way to you guys...

I take another round of College Government today.
I really, really hate it.
Moreover, I have to make a respectable presentation for Biomedicine. I had it all squared away, as did a few other students, but the instructor is selectively stricter on the guidelines for me, though I think it's because she sees the promise I've managed to show, or maybe as revenge for hanging around when everyone has left for lunch to try and know her better.

You can never go wrong with knowing your instructors and teachers. At least if something bad comes up, they know you better, too, and might be a little lenient with you because they know what was going on...

Anyways, I'm calling it good.

Also, you look like Yuko, sort of, Morichika.