Nearly one and I am trying to decide between going to bed like the obedient convalescent girl I am or … introspect. Two years ago it wouldn’t even have been a choice, the compulsion to write an irresistible one. But now it seems like I have less time to lose, more things at stake.
It’s also nearly impossible to type silently. I’m sick, too, and there’s a bio test tomorrow morning, and – I’ve been grumpy all week, it is true.
Perhaps the lingering effects of CNY, perhaps not. January hasn’t been bad, but I hope February finds me more … engaged. Involved. I read somewhere today lines which went something like but this term of graduation is for endings, not beginnings. I have spent my last eighteen months trying to figure out what the right way to live my life is. I think I am right back where I started, just more tired.
Sleep it is, then.