A good night:

Tonight is beautiful with the sort of heavy warmth that I expect out of summer. The trees smell green, it's not too hot yet, it's altogether a beautiful night.

And we finally won pub trivia, though it wasn't with my original team so it somehow felt wrong. Whatever, though, I'll take the victory.

Unfortunately, I ahve a paper due at 3 tomorrow that I haven't really started. It's pretty short, and my plan is to get a draft, sleep for a couple of hours, and edit it during the day. But I have to wonder why I do this to myself. I could have written this paper yesterday and been done with it.