After Humanities class I grabbed a dry cup ramen (you never know when you need salt) and headed out. No eating on campus, no can do; their food is pretty filling, which is why those once-a-week dining hall visits worked so well. The drive home was alright, with minimal traffic, and my braking is a bit better, but I do need to "relearn" my regular foot weight. Before arriving home I actually took exit 9A and swung by Michaels to get some supplies for experimental photography course; I got a pad of watercolor paper and some foam brushes, and decided I would just ask Prof. Teng properly what I could sub, what I could avoid, what I absolutely need to buy tomorrow after class during dedicated office hours. I had a worrisome left turn on the way back, but I made it back home safe and sound.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391