There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy that comes when one is most alive and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. 
It is the middle of mid-terms. I am stressed. Confused. Alive.
I have not been running as much as I am trying to fit more readings in; I have gotten a bit behind. I attend my running club ever week and I have plans of running it next year. I will have to see where that takes me.
Today was 2 midterms and one huge assignment. I am drained, hence the morse code update.
I am too wired to sleep. I hate overthinking.
Good night.
It is the middle of mid-terms. I am stressed. Confused. Alive.
I have not been running as much as I am trying to fit more readings in; I have gotten a bit behind. I attend my running club ever week and I have plans of running it next year. I will have to see where that takes me.
Today was 2 midterms and one huge assignment. I am drained, hence the morse code update.
I am too wired to sleep. I hate overthinking.
Good night.
