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My cupboards are no longer sealed with masking tape. I have a drainer for my dishes. I'm dreaming of bread.

Passover is finished for another year. Though I still have chicken soup and kneidlach for lunches for the rest of the week. Life's illogical like that.

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I have officially opened a file, moved one pile of paper and created a new stack of books. I've also pointed out to a friend that the papers for recycling have a distinctly scholarly air. I have sought and found my first sheaf of missing paper. This means that I'm definitely a fulltime student. I still need a pack of pink cards so that I can institute my magic research technique (the one that saves months of angst, means I don't lose crucial notes and entitles me to claim that my external brain lives in a shoebox - I still need a shoebox as well).

This time round my cupboard will not be full of instant noodles. I should swear an oath to that effect, shouldn't I? Maybe I will buy the instant noodles but feed them to friends? This is my new postgraduate approach to healthy eating.