I painted my toenails plum and I sang with MS just so I’d feel better. But I still don’t feel that good. Stress sucks.
I finished reading Dante’s Paradiso last night. I finally finished it. And I’m thinking of how to make the report interesting. It seems all good and holy that I’d want to sleep it through. But having to think about it, I somehow can relate to what he’s saying. I remember CCF 3rd year. All of it. And it made me realize about things — like having to let things go and pass when you know that sulking about is just a waste of time. Like having to think about my massive workload before having to think about sleep.
I envy my dogs. They only think about eating, sleeping and barking.