It's sunny today, and a bit cold, but gloriously warm when you're not in the shade.  There's that wonderful smell of cleanliness about the place, that makes you just want to fill your lungs til you go dizzy.  If I didn't have to essay I'd be out walking.  Anywhere, but probably by the river.  It's one of those days that it just seems impossible to be sad in.  "Spring is here, suh-puh-ring is here, life is skittles and life is beer..." being an immediate thought; if someone knows of an appropriate park, let's go for it.  Any of you in current proximity to Southampton Common, this means you.

I had a nine o'clock lecture this morning, fifteen minutes away, and I woke up at 8.30 (goodbye to yet another New Year's Resolution, so far I was going to turn up to everything, and turn up on time... Guys and Dolls saw to the first half...), so maybe it wasn't too good a start to the day, but Arguably Law's Most Amusing Lecturer was in full force, and in the haberdashery in the Indoor Market I had a wonderful conversation with the lady from whom I bought two metres of very lovely ribbon, and got up to college to find that my wonderful, God-given cleaner saw her daughter this weekend, who was knitting a really lovely pair of socks, and asked her for a copy of the pattern for that girl up at college who knits socks too.

Things like that make me smile so much.

That and my water-based face paints and prosthetics wax coming through and spending all of yesterday afternoon drawing rainbows and swirls on my lower arms.  And going to K's for dinner and having toad in the hole and watching Jonathan Creek, dancing in new shoes...  Ringing up M on the way home from dancing and having the first proper conversation with him in far too long...

Also, this made me laugh uncontrollably, if immaturely: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/7853564.stm

Spring is without doubt my favorite season, and optimism is my favourite state of affairs.  Here's hoping it's infectious, because there seems to be so much exam-related worry about the place at the moment and I'm certain that has to knock a few months off your life every so often.  Inevitability can be comforting, too, you know.  But anyway, good luck with it all, and smile: the apocalypse isn't til next week.