I felt very Jane Austen-y yesterday and picked some flowers in the garden for my room. They'd wilted completely by this morning (I know how they feel) but they smelled gorgeous while they lasted. Spending today lazing around the house in underwear while everyone else's out, working (a bit), lying in the sun (a lot), wasting my time on the internet (too much). Why do I feel like it's the holidays already when I've barely scratched the surface of all the exams? Not good.