It is eight minutes shy of 2 in the morning.
I can't keep German straight from Psychology at this point; moreover, I can't keep personal life straight from everything else (read: more important items such as research, studying, language practice, et cetera).
In the last couple of weeks my major source of social interaction has been having high-pitched, low level conversations with my cats (read: talking about their day, talking about their naps, asking them if they're hungry or tired).
And even further, my great Houdini of a shirt has pulled the disappearing act. Of unknown origins, the Grateful Dead shirt has been in my possession for years now. Where did this grotesque tye-dyed wonder come from? Honestly, I have no clue. Honestly, I'm amazed I wear it (read: I'm amazed it fits). However amazed I am, I still like to wear it but it cyclicly pulls this vanishing act and reappears at its own whim.
...and reading back over this I realize how detached this whole thing sounds. Its only because I'm overly-sleep deprived, desperately trying to study for both a German and a Psychology test tomorrow, AND recovering from what I suspect to be the flu (read: possibly H1N1?).
Cheers for now.
Who's writing this thing?
- The Little Wandering Owl
- Every real and searching effort at self-improvement is, of itself, a lesson of profound humanity.