It's been one of those mornings - the one where the prospect of staying under the comfy duvet with my head cradled by the comfy pillow and surrounded by a pocket of duvet-created warmth seriously outweighs any potential benefits that might arise from getting up and being productive. But, I have sacrificed, and I'm up. I'm even dressed. But that's as far as it's gotten. I have an hour before I have to meet a classmate to discuss our presentation for our seminar tomorrow, so I should really be doing the practical things like washing my face, brushing my teeth, brushing my hair... but then I turn around and look at my bed and it just seems to be calling me... Perhaps a nap later this afternoon...