Basketry is a harsh mistress. Which is to say, it gave me a blister today! Right on the part of my index finger where I tighten the weavers. Not cool, melon basket. Not cool.

And now, I'm back in the LRC (where I should probably just keep a sleeping bag and a cooler in the corner) to finish ye olde research paper. I haven't quite gotten to the perfect paper-writing frame of mind. You know, the one where you stop caring what words you're saying, so long as they are words that fill up a page. I wish I could turn of my self-edit manually, and just have done with it.