Woke up very early this morning feeling miserable; I've been in a bout of
sickness or something since Wednesday. I should've skipped class, should've
realized that I'd do better resting at home than taking the time to sit
in a Verilog class I'm only going to feel dizzy throughout. That day I
traced my steps back home and collapsed in my bed, alternating between sleep
and consciousness from the early afternoon through the night and into the
morning.

But this Sunday morning I was awakened before my alarm by a terrible feeling
in my stomach; a few minutes I spent in ajudication of the situation, I then
willed myself into the shower, sitting squarely in the middle of the shower
and letting the water run over me, half-heartedly shampooing my hair from that
vantage. I doubled over when I stood up to cut the water and was hit by an intense
sudden rush of sickness and nausea; I spent the next twenty minutes sitting
on the floor and staring through the wall.

There is a lot going on; I hope you will understand; I've had to tell lots of my
friends that I cannot spend all the time in the day with them; I have
shifted my focus and effort toward school, necessarily, but I'm not sure
they've gotten the message. Actually, I feel bad if we're hanging out and
actively *not* doing anything. Sitting around the TV and just idly chatting;
I know they are "friendly" things to do but I itch to do something more
*involved*; I wish I could but I can not help but feel such a way sometimes,
someplaces...

In any case, I've strapped myself with responsibility and now
we're really getting over the hill; my free time has (once again) evaporated
and now I discover the taste of my sour, stubborn, fruitful harvest. Somehow
it's different this year...

> Whose world is this?
> *The world is yours, the world is yours...*