The way I spend my breaks has been changing since I arrived at Rose. I just spent my entire week’s vacation holed up in my apartment, watching movies and television shows, playing video games, reading, and writing. I checked my email twice, and both times with dread. I free-formed once. I only stepped foot on campus once (with the exception of workouts), and that was for WO to grab a few things. Every other time he needed to go on campus, I stayed in my car and read. I didn’t log onto AIM after about Monday, although I stayed on GTalk most of the time. One of the things I…

It’s that time of the quarter. The time when my alarm clock seems to mysteriously fail at critical times, when I can’t remember if I even turned the damn thing on before I stumbled into bed, and when I feel a need to set at least two alarms and hide one of them, just in case I’m sleepwalking. This morning was the second morning in the past seven days that I’ve overslept when I needed to be up and working on something or meeting someone. I don’t feel as tired as I recall being last year, but I’ve had enough emotional and physical problems and breakdowns over the last few…

I very much have the option to go to Antarctica next winter. No classes stand in my way anymore. The chances of me living with Dr. 7 increased by a substantial amount yesterday when we found out that he will, in fact, most likely be becoming an academic for life. (“Doctor”, indeed…) This is good news. In other news, I still can’t see well enough to read markerboards (or drive, subsequently), even with the drugs. Grr. Maybe it’s not allergies, but rather a genuine illness…