Plans and Tylenol, in an epic battle to fight for my love.

I have so much I would rather be doing than posting a small blog, and heading off to bed. Including extending this blog by many paragraphs.

I have the Flu, which has been floating around like wild fire. And it's a damn shame, because it bumps back 7 and a half hours of work, that I could have been making money, which at 6.65 ends up being about 50 dollars out of pocket. A pretty penny spent for being sick. I also have studying and papers, that could be done. But I must tuck in to bed rather than dive into a pool of what sometimes feels like an inexhaustible amount motivation. I'll wait for that swim tomorrow afternoon. Even though the procrastination is tearing away at my conscience. So I will take my Tylenol, and eat a donut. Turn off the TV and roll under the covers.

I could continue on about how I feel on other topics, such as my disrespect for my superiors, the lack of justice in this world, how in love I am with someone I never knew I could be, my endless internal debates. The list goes on for miles. and almost every night I sit here thinking of puking all of it out, but it just seems trivial to linger on these thoughts, when there is so much to look forward to. I.e. the donut I am about to put in my face, or the face I get to see in less than a week. Or the sky. Or the grass in the summer against you back. Rivers. Family. Love. Friends, even the ones you wish you could make your self spend more time with. Possibilities. Learning. This blog... tomorrow.