Wednesday

I'm sick today. I've got a sinus something-or-other going on, and it's making me spacey, contemplative, a little depressed, and un-energetic. I don't like feeling like this, because it's not who I am... it makes me self-concious because I know I come across differently.

Meh.

I handed in two good-sized papers this week, one of which I'm really happy with, the other not so much. We'll see what the marks look like though.

If my life is an adventure book (the analogy I've been working with lately), then right now I feel like I'm in one of those quiet, almost-boring chapters that authors use to build suspense right before something happens. I get this sense of something on the horizon, something I can't quite reach, but definitely there. This might just be wishful thinking though.


What's the next step? What's around the next corner? where, when, how?

I don't like being sick.