Self-prescribed. I realized that recently.
Its finals week, and thus the scramble to finish everything that needs to be turned in, in the very short amount of time left, must be completed (though realistically I started this push since November, beginning of). So as a result its harder to do basic things that are healthy for me. My digestive system sucks, I need prune juice to counterbalance it, if I don't I hurt, and I forgot for a while to drink it and I had some problems. Sleep is deprived, late-night showers, poor diet...All a part of college life.
But anyway, its almost over, just another week of pushing and I'm free. For a little bit anyway.
I picked up "The Infernal World of Branwell Brontë" by Daphne du Maurier, I've been eyeing her work for awhile but never got to reading anything from her yet, except for "the Birds" but that was from a long time ago. However, I'm trying to finish the letters of Vincent Van Gogh, not particularly depressing in its text but we all know how that story ends, I'm not so sure I'll read this one from Maurier just yet, which ends in a very similar fashion.
So I have "A Scanner Darkly" lined up, I'll probably read that first.
I'll be absent soon, so thanks for reading, I hope my trivialities aren't a waste of type.
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