Uneventful

Have continued existing since my last post . . . largely uneventfully. Went to a concert here, saw a theatre show there . . . some little things, and now working on a final paper for a Nietzsche class due by tomorrow or Wednesday morning (officially tomorrow, professor "hinted" that he would make sure to come to campus late Wednesday).

Not entirely sure I'm ready to disappear from the area for a month, but I could certainly use a break from the continual second-guessing that goes on in my mind during any academic term. I hold myself to pretty lofty standards that seem to keep on growing, often (especially near the end of any semester) to the detriment of my health . . . but this is how I develop as a person.

Am disappointed in myself that my continued passiveness towards establishing intimate relations with a woman has, once again, come to nothing--but still not to the point that I really feel up to asserting a more active method. It bothers me, but then again it would bother me much more to find myself lowering my outside standards just for the sake of conforming to the human experience. I worry that my odds will dwindle as I inch ever closer to completing my undergrad studies, but . . . I'll find a way. I always do (although, relationally, it's almost never the way I would most prefer).

Found myself actually writing down a "scenario" just before heading to dinner earlier this evening--what could become a realism-focused drama for my fiction class next semester. So that's good. hum, hum. . . .

Back to paper drafting--this one is coming along a bit easier than the last few, actually . . . although I still worry as long as I haven't made it to the revision process. There's a nagging feeling that this one will require massive effort to effectively revise into a decent paper--but that feeling is always there, right up until the next morning when I read a freshly-printed draft and find out my thoughts, for the most part, connect with all of my citations.

Back to work.