I'm currently waiting for my chai tea to steep. I tried to make chamomile a few minutes ago, but something went horribly wrong and it was perhaps the worst cup of tea I've ever made in my entire life. I'm not sure why, but in any case it was the last of the chamomile that we had (perhaps that's why), so I switched to chai. I may or may not be up all night now. I haven't had much caffeine since I've been home. It was only today that I learned how to make coffee with my parents' coffee machine.
I finished The Savage Detectives today covered in goosebumps, though I knew what was written on the last page long ago. I may be premature in this declaration, but it is perhaps one of the best books of the last ten years (if we count English versions, since the Spanish came out in 1998, if you want to get technical). I won't say anything on the plot because I want everyone who reads this to read that instead of my stupid ramblings about it. Just know that it was at least equally if not more powerful than All The Pretty Horses. Those of you who know me know exactly what that means.
That's about it for now. I had more to say but I think my tea is ready. I'm very fond of spending the night in with a book, much to the dismay I'm sure of my friends who are home and bored. Like I said, Savage Detectives....
Oh and for those keeping score at home, the obsession with the nature cameras has officially ended.