Played volleyball. My thumbs and lower forearms are all bruised from it. Not that the bruising is visible, but it hurts whenever I put pressure on them.

Then went to see some exhibition on the human body, which involved looking at real, preserved bodies. Smoking is such a stupid habit; it's reinforced very clearly when one sees the blackened state of their lungs. It was quite interesting, although one gets bored of looking at preserved body parts after a while.

Drove home from Homebush with mum and Karen as passengers. Woohoo, finally! Karen fell asleep on the way back. :D