Yesterday I had a bit too much wine while studying with my friends (but the perfect amount for studying) and when I got home I wanted to sleep immediately. This left Dave with the lovely chore of updating our blog as I had nothing to say that I wouldn't just say in my sleep. Unfortunately, a good 24 hours later, I still have nothing to say. I don't know if my life has gotten too predictable or if I'm just used to it but absolutely nothing translatable happens to me anymore. Maybe tomorrow something noteworthy will happen (unlikely, as in the 18 hours I will spend on my feet, I will only see daylight for about 1/2 an hour) and you'll be the first to hear about it*.