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Dec 06, 2007 22:34

I'd drink to the fact that I don't really know who I am anymore, but I can't drink anymore so now I'm stuck with these feelings (and so are you poor reader).

I've been sick all week I think. My insides are itchy and sore from coughing. I don't even get phlegm anymore, just pain. I wheeze and it sounds like air moving through coals. I have not had a cigarette in two whole days (from a pack every two days a few days ago).

I have been productive today. I finally started studying for the courses that I meant to start studying for Monday, but oh well. Test tomorrow in psych that I will probably do fairly badly in but I never have to be there again so that will be nice. After tomorrow I also have no more SI sessions. Sort of a mixed blessing with that because I really liked teaching but not in that capacity. I would much rather have direct control over the course and stuff, but alas, I am no sociologist. Imp Russia and Macro are not done, and I still have to write a radio show for historiography. All I want to do at this point is tear out my insides.

I have been reading The Brothers Karamazov by Dostoevsky and it is most excellent. As usual the action is really tense and detailed but whatever. I likes it so far.
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