Maybe they won't heal if I leave them alone
A long weekend. Lots of memories dredged up, lots of thought, various frustrations and happinesses and joys and exhaustions.
The Villanova graduation was a resounding success. Now that most of my group is free, I don’t have to worry about them taking the repercussions for anything I/we/they do.
I’ve realized I’m still dealing with the effects of Villanova. Sophomore and senior years especially. Frosh and junior years weren’t too bad, but I’ve still got baggage. Fwah. Sometimes I think memories are a curse, sometimes they’re a gift. My imagination and my memory are far too active.
I shoulda gotten more sleep this weekend. Too many things going on, too many activities, too many people to see. And now I’m paying for it with a post-nasal drip which will probably become a full-fledged sore throat despite all my careful ministrations with sudafed and advil.
again, Fwah.
I’m sure it’s stress and sleep-deprivation, although I did get a full 8 hours last night. I think. At least I was in bed and lying down for 8.5 of them. Overall I’ll have to say that my mood is mild frustration. With things coming up, with this stupid incipient cold, with a lack of time and with the little things that irritate me, be they family, friends, class, or just life in general.
I think if I can just get some space this week I’ll live, but unfortunately that doesn’t look like it’s going to happen. What’s that saying? Those that do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Well, history was never my strongest subject, and my own seems to be my Achilles’ heel these days.
Fwah.
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