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I have nothing to do today, which feels really weird. The prospect of a day off, as it were, has become so foreign to me that I keep feeling as though I am forgetting to do something. This paranoia makes it very hard to enjoy doing nothing. But it seems all will be well tomorrow, when I once more have to wake up at 5:00am for work, hit the gym in the afternoon, take a quiz and a test, and then make the Norcross chorus concert. Until then, I think I'm just going to do a lot of sitting. I apologize that I have no poignant comments or relevant antecdotes, but it seems that I will be able to be a normal person again in less than a month. I count the days.