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My brain is so done with being sick. And it's better. Or trying to be better. It's been an unpleasant few weeks of not being able catch a break healthwise and things snowballing one after another. I seem to be on the mend from the nasty head cold that's going around. Of course, my mind wants to interpret 'on the mend' as 100%, but my body keeps trying to disprove that. My shrink is worried about my health and is trying to make sure I won't catch H1N1. (Harvard is being incredibly paranoid about it, though, so i don't see it as a big risk). The taking care of myself is hard sometimes. Especially when I'm at that 60-70% stage.

The (reluctant) consensus is that I need to drop Latin this semester. Which I'm bummed about, but there's really no feasible way to catch up this semester. It means I absolutely need to do and pass latin in the fall, but gives me more brain space to focus on my senior thesis and my other classes (including pastoral care & counseling which may actually be one of my favourite classes this semester - the counseling we do feels real and right. It's like I've found one of the things I'm meant to be doing) I'll still be taking 3 courses + thesis, + auditing queer theology. so it might just make things more manageable.


There's thoughts swimming around about gaming that i might write down soon because i've been thinking about it the past few weeks (as it's one of the few things I've had the brain power to do and when available it was a great help in keeping me sane and preventing me from cabin fever)

It's hard to believe September is almost over, which means it's time to go apple picking soon. perhaps multiple trips.

Alright, off to write up my definition of faith for Pastoral Care & Counseling.