Has it only been two days...

Since my last post... I don't believe that. Time is once again becoming distended as Oxford comes back to life. My days filled with words, breaks for episodes of Lost which I've run out of. Yesterday spent at the library crashing through statistics assignments. Finding out my essays weren't due for two weeks, and deciding that I would let the second one stew for a while, and finish it when I come back.

Back. On Sunday I'm leaving for Prague, for hockey camp. For certain, slow, painful body-death. Nobody believes me, nobody has done camp before. Having been off for six weeks as a result of my stupid-injury (apparently I am getting an award for it too) I am severely concerned. Looking forward to Prague though, having about 48 hours total there over the course of the week.

I'm having trouble getting out of bed these days, despite being fairly well rested. I think it is probably the lack of exercise that does it, I've been sitting around for too long and my body is upset about it. Regardless, my crappy bed has somehow become amazing, one of my favourite places, and I want nothing more at ten in the morning to get back into it.

I honestly can't wait to leave this break behind. Sure its been nice to answer to nobody but myself for a while, but I have issues with self-motivation, and end up getting upset with myself about it. The pace of camp is a bit much, but I'm looking forward to 1st week, classes, reading, structure, research (which I will get on much earlier this term!) and hockey.