And the walls come tumbling down...
It has become entirely apparent to me that my present routine creates more stress than to which my body is accustom. Perhaps after this semester I'll go sleep in the forest and eat bark or something. Perhaps shock-therapy in the form of being chased by a rabid badger would allow my body to understand just what real fear is all about. Anyway, a change must take place. I have to hold course in my present state for one week more, after that my obligations will change significantly and perhaps that, in itself will be enough. I've also decided to renew my vow to keep the voices of political pundits at arm's length. It may be time to rediscover music.