The thing about only having one class two days a week is that… well… you completely lose track of time. I no longer dread Mondays or look forward to Fridays. It’s all the same.
What I’m trying to say is, I have no idea how long it’s been since my last post, so I apologize.
I don’t know where the month has gone. It’s week two of NaNoWriMo already, there’s only a month left of the quarter – in fact, I’m writing this right before I leave to go register for my next set of classes – and the only reason I know today is November 8th is that I had a psych assignment due today.
Next quarter, all my classes will be online.
I shudder to think what kind of a monster that will turn me into. I’ll be leaving the house maybe once a week to go to my guitar lesson – otherwise I have no reason to go out. Or get dressed. I can see my journal entries now: “Day 36: The shower is becoming an increasingly foreign entity… I have forgotten the feeling of sunlight.”
Actually, scratch that last one. It’s winter. I’m losing my mind already.