In 12 short hours I'll be driving to Amsterdam, trying to avoid (hah) the rush hour traffic and searching valiently for somewhere to park (bigger hah).
Then in just under 13 hours I'll have my first session with the psychologist (not counting the screening at the VU). As yet I am stil not scared, starting to get a little nervous maybe, but not scared.
I think coupled to actually making some decisions at the weekend this can be called something approaching to progress.
Or I could just be kidding myself and spend most of the night awake... You never know.
Well back to watching the outcome of the Dutch elections (which I can legitimately complain about as I don't get to vote as a buitenlander).