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Disappearing act

1900h
Mood: slightly depressed
Fact of the day:
event of the week: welcoming juniors to uiuc.

It's already been a week. Almost a full week, anyway, since I last wrote. Oh well...believe me, everyday I wanted to write, yet everyday as I sat in front of the computer, I didn't know what I should say. So many things I can talk about, such as how the juniors are, how my new room is like, how hot summer is. But somehow, I just totally lost my writing mood.

It's with much effort that I sit here once again, to try to put my thoughts into words...Hmm...now, why did I suddenly "lose it"? I wonder too. I think I've been feeling really just overwhelmed by everything since I touched down. Overwhelmed by the many new people I'm seeing, the new house I'm staying in, the many things I need to do, the many issues I hear about. It's just been a little too much for my little jetlagged brain to handle.

So two days ago, I did a little disappearance act. I decided not to do anything for the juniors anymore, let them take care of themselves [and of course, something has to go wrong. Sigh.... we even made a police report.] Anyway, the basic idea is, I shall not poke my nose into everything. I decided to just take care of myself first. Even cleaning up my room is not high up in priority anymore. In fact, one week after I arrive, I've still not finished unpacking yet. Though I do enjoy doing up my room, making my room more cosy, probably I can take my time.

So what have I been doing for the past few days? Basically just doing those essential errands I need to run, thinking about what I aim to [and need to] achieve, relaxing my body/mind, sleeping more. Can you believe how long I took to get rid of my jetlag? It's only last night that I finally managed to establish some regular sleeping hours.

Anyway, it's not a big deal. Still slightly disorientated now. Having many things bugging me. But I'll take things slow. I'd better not burn out before term even starts. That will be just tragic.

Sorry this entry seems to weird and incoherent. It's more like me talking to myself. Sometimes I need to do that, before I'll take anything in.

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