Why Do The Heathen Rage?

It’s been an exhausting day. I’ve pretty much been rushing since I woke up this morning. I’ve had about a hundred near escapes; one that could’ve easily otherwise ended in my death. I think my blood pressure is probably through the roof. I’m probably the only Research Assistant in the history of the Ohio State University who ever broke out in an honest sweat from hard physical labor. Damn.

Still, it’s okay. Things are winding down. But this weekend doesn’t look promising. I have to write three papers, not to mention catch up on my German. But I’m glad it’s weekend and I can have some semblance of relaxation.

I’ve really been missing Europe the past few days. I miss waking up to something new each morning. I miss being nervous for something other than a paper deadline. I miss feeling like I’m learning something useful. I miss having someone to talk to about the stupid stuff I talk to when I’m waxing philosophical about people in general.

I’ve been in a spiritual pit recently. Not so much a dark night of the soul as a dark night of the will. I’m apathetic; distant, no doubt, of my own choosing. I’ve slipped on a lot of the rules I’ve made for myself and I’m having a hard time disciplining myself. I need to redouble my efforts.

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