I'm so far behind!

Current Mood/Status: Gah!
Currently Doing: Bah!
Song of the Day: Man Ray, The Futureheads

So...I was kind of sick towards the end of last week and ended up, between Mary Field's funeral, DePauw classes, and my aggravated throat and cold, not making it to school. At my final standardized college testing session on Saturday, my nose somehow started leaking blood in the middle of one of my tests. This was highly awkward, but I managed to keep all my materials clean. Afternoon...I spent trying not to get sicker (and mostly succeeding), doing a small amount of work, and, finally, doing something or other in the evening and hanging out with the Marks for a while. I'm failing to remember how this came about, but...there it is. Ah, yes: went and had dinner with them so as to look over another draft of Davis's for his Common Application. I...still need to get on that. Fast.

Sunday...consisted of a lot of procrastinating in the morning, some much-needed catching up in, on, and around the web, and...Latin. Until about eight or nineish, when I swung by home (from my mom's office, where I can access DePauw's bloody Jstor, which is basically Google Print for DePauw's library. And available to on-campus IPs only.), for about half an hour. When I made it back to keep working, I suddenly fell extremely ill with nausea, dizziness, and general discomfiture. So, on average, approximately, for every five minutes that I worked, I had to take two or three off to calm my unhappy stomach.

At 3:20ish, due to exceptionally inhibited concentration (but, interestingly enough, not at all lack of sleep), I gave up and went home. The next morning, I definitely felt much, much worse. Then my innards actually forsake what little of Sunday's dinner remained and I most certainly did not attend school. Instead, I was tired but couldn't sleep, couldn't work, could barely sit up for any stretch of time at all, and definitely had a bunch of really weird hallucinations. Not, you know, the normaly stress dillusions--"Oh noes, I still have to write that effing huge paper!" "Oh noes, it's second period already! I have my 2:15 DePauw class in like five minutes!" "Oh noes, the derivative of e^x is a gerund!" (That last one is distressingly common--or thoughts similar. No, seriously.) Indeed, these visions were incomparably distressing: all that I could see in my head was a series of different forms of two Latin words: something like "ambo," but with about two and a half times as many syllables (these were real Latin words, trust me), and something like "inveho" or "invoco"...declined and conjugated, then strung together over and over and over in a single unpunctuated sentence. It. Drove. Me. Mad. I kid you not when I say that it took me about half of my waking hours to realize that there was no sense behind it at all.

Of course, that means that that huge commentary that I'd been writing (and analysis, and translation) was maybe 60% of the way done by noon, when it was due. Probably two thirds of the way through by the time I crashed again at night, and I finally "finalized" it this morning an hour or two before class. *Sigh*...what I think happened was...the last three semesters came crashing up against me simultaneously and I was caught between a two tidal waves of water and a third OF TEEAAARS.

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*Ahem*. That is, way too much.

...But then we had a cool meet and Tuesday and I was pretty happy. Then a tough practice today, but the girls's was, apparently, worse, and I kind of enjoyed ours all the same. Now...things are definitely looking better. That isn't all that I have on my mind (perhaps...50% by volume, 30% by density--tops), but...it's the gist of my past few days. Which may or may not explain a few things to a few people. Or, perhaps, will do something altogether different for those people--you never know.