270602, 0000hr, central time

[yes, it's exactly midnight right now. so strange, i've never written exactly at midnight before.]

the exam went okay, i think. i stayed up doing my two tonnes of dirty laundry, and other miscellaneous things, very much everything but studying. i did study some, and i'm proud to say i spotted the right questions, so i studied the right stuff. i actually had time to finish studying, at least most of it, but i chose not to, i slept instead. it wasn't even like my eyelids were failing either, i made the conscious choice to sleep, despite the terrible risks of spotting the wrong questions. i feel a little guilty for being so irresponsible, i should be grateful i actually didn't manage to screw myself over this time.

upon return from class today, i went on to fold the two tonnes of clean laundry sitting on my bed which were not immediately folded but instead left there to stop me from falling asleep on my bed the night before. but obviously the ploy failed because i very sneakily squeezed myself into a small corner of the bed and fell asleep anyway.

after finally getting done with laundry, i got fed up with the mess in my room and i went on to a spring cleaning type rampage of my room. painfully threw out 3 big bags worth of garbage. how did i accumulate all that in this tiny basement room of mine? over the last 2 years, there's always been a constant struggle in me, between personalizing the room to make it mine, and keeping it minimalistic to reduce burden. and now somewhere between that, there's 3 big bags worth of things that really aren't worth keeping after all. cute little things that serve no purpose other than amuse me for 10 seconds, magazine clippings with important information such as the classic moves to have a firm butt in two weeks, notebooks with the really important information such as fourier transform inverse fourier transform and fast fourier transform processes, plus long expired pills and cosmetics......

actually, i'm really not feeling well, i feel very light headed. and i've not even had any alcohol yet. yes, tonight i'm finally going to drink, i cannot stand the temptation sitting in my fridge. but then since i'm not feeling well, perhaps i shouldn't. it's a very strange feeling, i feel very cold. though the surface of my skin is rather warm. my muscles are kinda achy but i think that's got more to do with my physical overexertion this afternoon hauling big bags of stuff all over the place.

it's good to be physically ill though, there's more of an existential impact, to feel myself physically responding to something. it's like i always believed that the supposed existence of a human being is more than a physical presence, but a resonance of his soul. and i've always emphasized more on the soul, i still think it's very important to know your place as a person from the standpoint of the intangibles. but now i think the physical existence is rather important too. at least right now, my physical illness is making me feel a lot better. if that makes sense.