I've been very busy lately, been spending a lot of time out with friends, which means I've kind of been slacking off at school. I've noticed something: when I am depressed, as I was last semester, I am unable to work. When I am happy, as I am this semester, I am unable to work. Thus, for me to be productive at all, I have to exist in a state of perpetual boring emotional calm, as I was last year. Not too happy, not too sad. Hmmm. This does not bode so well for me.
But at least I am happy. There are so many people around all of a sudden, and there is constantly something to do. I am taking, as I said, an easy load this semester, but it still somehow feels like a lot. Maybe that's because I still have classes from last year hanging over my head--two papers due tomorrow, neither of which I have started. No worries, though. Give me three or four hours and they'll be done.
I also have strep throat, which basically sucks. I am not a good sick person. I moan and whimper and whine. Ah, but soon this too shall pass away.