Today, I have a thesis advisor. I have work to do for the job I'll take over in less than a month. I have future plans, and I wish for it to be the future, because the future looks nice. These upcoming weeks feel like treading, waiting for someone to blow the whistle so that I can get out of the cold pool and go on, but these are also the last couple of weeks before I enter my last year here. Four years always sounds so long, but it spends itself so quickly. I've lived in this house for almost a year now, and the front room is still empty. In the future I have plans to be less complacent, to shape things the way that I want them to be shaped, to observe corners and closets and schedules.