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It’s after midnight, so that makes it Christmas here in Florida. The timestamp (working or not) is on Pacific time.

My break has been very enjoyable so far. Lots of doing nothing, which is good. Lots of sleep, which is even better.

And, it gives me great pleasure to note that Colleen and I are back together. #

Make that four. #

I knew something was wrong last night when I was going to bed, around 2am. I was really hungry, despite having a large dinner. I’m usually not that hungry after dinner. I ignored the feeling.

3:20am  Stomach-ache. No fun. Felt a lot like heartburn. Strange.

6:45am  Rush to the bathroom. Vomit. One, two, three times. Horrible. My body was retching. I couldn’t breathe suddenly, my nose and throat were clogged by mucus. It must have been my body’s protective reaction against the acid flowing through my mouth and nose. I spent another hour and a half in the bathroom trying to restore the normal breathing functions of my body. I wasn’t too successful; it’s still pretty difficult.

11:00am  More stomach-ache. Oww. This sucks.

I have no idea what caused this. I do know that this is no way to start the day of a computer science final.

I think I’ll go take a shower. #

And, inexplicably, the timestamp is fixed.

Huh. I should fix things by doing nothing more often. #

I can’t wait for this semester to be over. Die, classes!

Feeling a little better about life lately. I think listening to some good music did it. Figures. In that vein, I will take this opportunity to pimp an in-progress work by my friend Joe about, well, music. Just give it a read. It is good.

I really should study some more. Tomorrow is an official university-wide “study day,” so perhaps I’ll use that as an excuse to get some work done. #

There hasn’t been very much angst here in a while. How ‘bout some now, eh?

My wrist fscking hurts. I shouldn’t really be typing. I just took some of the wrap off, and also took some of my skin off in the process. Why can’t this ever be fixed? Did I seriously do something to deserve this?

Not to mention classes. Stupid damn classes. I love USC, but I hate doing work that isn’t going to matter in two weeks anyway. I have no desire to work at this point. My to-do list stares at me, taunting me. I just want to sleep. Which brings me to my third set of angst…

Sleep. I must have slept 16 hours yesterday, but it doesn’t matter. I can never get enough. It eats at me, constantly. I could go to sleep now, despite it only being 10p and having slept in for quite some time this morning. I’m physically tired for some reason.

To wrap it all up, the timestamp of this journal seems to be broken.

Meh! I’m so frustrated with life right now. Little seems to be going right. Not only am I physically tired, I’m emotionally tired. I’m too busy being the ‘nice guy,’ who lets things like this bounce right off. Well, that’s not really how it is. I have feelings too (just like the ones everybody else likes to complain to me about). I feel like my ‘friends’ don’t know that, and that they don’t care.

Whatever. #