'You have work. We get it.'

I assume that's what you lovelies are thinking every time I mention this essay or that exam.

Fear not--they're all over!

Well, until March, but who cares about that silly old month?

The answer: Not Liz.

Last week I handed in my last essay for that term. Even with two extensions and several all-nighters, it was not my best work by several thousand miles. It will not wow my deliciously dorky tutor to the point where he would like to discuss it over several glasses of wine, but it might upset him so much that we have to explore over several cups of tea what made it such a disaster. Either one of those is fine with me.

When it was all done and handed in, I took the long way home. Meaning, I stopped in every charity shop and bakery on my way home. At one of said bakeries, my delirious state of mind had me convinced that a mountain of croissants was exactly what I needed in my life to rid it of the stain of Chaucer's use of narrative devices. Don't worry. I thought better of it and got the most delicious lemon tart of my life instead. No pictures because it quickly found it's way into my tummy.

That's not to say that I didn't make any other ridiculous impulse buys.

We've not stopped playing since I brought this home.

For a Euro, you wouldn't have said 'No' either, so don't even play.

Weird, beady hat? Maybe not the best choice I made.

A far better grab was this beauty. Just under a fiver may be a bit steep for a charity shop, but I have a remarkably large head and I never find non-knitted hats to fit it. I think it's pretty schweet.

I got home and napped for a bit. At least, I think I did. I lost a few hours and then one of my housemates was baking cookies. I am a useless baker, so my job was to turn these

into this,

which became these.

Deliciousness.

She also bought some mad fruit.

Completely unrelated, but I am in love with these pens.

They're pretty much fine-tip markers, but they're cheap they don't bleed and I love them.

It's a dork thing.

Love!