Bleh.

So...still sick, and really really really not wanting to do anything. Still have to finish position papers for Berkeley...should probably do that right now, though I really don't want to. And should probably get working on the homework I missed out on in school today -- I know there's another section of math for sure.

Oh, and then there are a bajillion scholarships with deadlines in the next fifteen days, so I need to get working on those, too. Oh boy.

Mostly I need to CONCENTRATE so that I can get things done.

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I need to think more often, without worrying about what I'm thinking; likewise, I need to write more often without worrying that I'm writing. I need to just get myself out there upon the page...

I love books. It's a constant theme in my life, this love for literature in all of its forms. Anything written has so much power over me. Even books that I don't necessarily love are still good to revisit.

I'm in the middle of three books right now. I like that feeling, though I'd also like to finish them.

And it's slightly distracting that I can only breathe through one nostril. I'm not so inspired at the moment that the need to get my thoughts out transcends physical difficulties. I don't think I'll get there tonight -- I don't have anything inspired enough to say. And I just realized that there's some homework for tomorrow which I should have done but haven't yet. Oh well, it's life I guess.