It is early morning on the sixth day of June and I am just shy of being a full week into my summer vacation, something that leaves me with an estimate of 77 days to go before school starts again. These are hard currency of the soul, the stuff you try so hard to hang onto but that always slip through your fingers.
77 days and nights before next semester, one that I (actually) rather look forward to, since we are now done with the initial molecular biology and biochemistry, and will be going for anatomy* full out.

On the home front, things are moving along at an incredibly leisurely pace. I am back in my seemingly inherent rythm of being awake during the night and sleeping all day, and I feel very good about it.
Three days ago I came to some kind of realization of the mass of time available to me, and unconditionally decided to invest in a Playstation 2 console. Needless to say, I have been Tekken-TAG:ing ferociously as Forest Law and Lei Wulong since then, and am now wearing plasters on my thumbs, which, with few exceptions, haven't received this treatment since my Nintendo-days, 10 years ago.
(It has been that long, hasn't it? Holy hell.)

On the cat-side, I am still mourning the loss of the younger kitten, but his older brother is making good progress. He's growing fast, and during the last day or so, his eyes have begun to open. That is, he opens them when I pick him up, but otherwise he's still mainly sleeping and feeding. And, for all intents and purposes, he still objects rather loudly against being held.
As of now, we're trying to come up with a good name for him. My suggestions so far are Tetsuo (unanimously rejected), and Percival (taken into consideration, it seems). I guess there is a slight dispute here as I want names that mean something to me, while my mother wants something that's cute and easy to say.

On another note, while you normally won't catch me with much good to say about the climate in Sweden, I do confess that I like the summers here. I guess it could be a little bit warmer** in order to really hit the spot, but what always makes me happy are the summertime mechanics of daylight - how the sky never darkens completely as the Sun never ends up too far below the horizon.
Actually, as I'm typing this (just shy of 03:30 now), our great star is starting to make its presence known again. Sunrise will be awhile still, but most of the sky is a clear blue, and a band of light is appearing all along the eastern horizon.
When observed like this, deduced rather than seen, the Sun gives me a hint of how big*** it really is. So much light rising over such a wide line that the horizon is, continuously brightening until actual sunrise sets in. It makes me view the Sun as the close-up, flaming star it is, rather than a light-bringing spot in the sky.

Yeah. I really like it. A number of people around me seem to pity me because I'm such a daysleeper, but they aren't awake to see what I get instead. The Sun should be up in less than two hours, and I'll be there to see it, probably with a toothbrush in hand, readying myself for bed.

**I am something of a heatfreak. I like the kind of intense, dry, desert-suggesting heat that leans into you, hanging on your shoulders and buckling your knees. The kind of heat that go well with siestas, making thoughts of being active and productive seem ridiculous.

***Well, that's my impression, but in this regard, I am relatively enlightened. Judging the size of the Sun from here is no easy task.

(In fact, The first known human to bring up the idea that the Sun was a flaming stone rather than a god or an intangible element of light, was an Ionian scientist named Anaxagoras, who lived in ancient Greece in the fifth century B.C. He figured the Sun to be rather big - possibly even larger than the whole of Peloponnesus (about a third of Greece) - an estimate thought absurd by his contemporary colleagues, many of whom - although being very prosperous in other aspects of astronomy - believed the Sun to have a diameter of 30 centimetres.
Not until two centuries later, when Aristarchus, also of Ionia, began studying solar eclipses, did signs appear that the Sun was much, much larger than believed. Larger than Earth, even.

The real vastness found in space would surely have stunned these old Greeks. But in retrospect, who can hold it against them? Who would have guessed that the Sun is more than a million times as big as Earth, that it contains 99.9% of the solar system's mass, and is still small compared to the surrounding distances? You and I might have been tempted to view it as a glowing basketball in the sky, too.
(But here's some trivia: if the Sun were a basketball, Earth could be represented by a peppercorn, 30 metres away. In this scale, our closest neighbouring star, Proxima Centauri, would be a billiard ball roughly 7000 kilometres off, a little more than the distance between New York and Rome.
Space is bigger than you.))