YJ and I are onto our letter game. Admittedly, it was my idea, but she said she thought it would be fun so we're trying it out. I need it, anyway, to keep my act up. And it gives me an excuse to write and write and write because I know right now that I never want to stop. It gets the pain out of my soul. Walking around with my nose in a book, as I have done for the past few days since being engrossed in Anne Rice's masterpiece The Vampire Armand (I have Lestat too), helps me to ignore it but once I stop reading it comes back. I can only really stop it with writing, but then it still comes back. It just takes longer to. Music helps. So now I have to either read, write or listen to music all of the time. It takes all of my control not to stand up and scream at the class to shut up because they are killing my eardrums. I've had a permanent headache the last few days, partly due to lack of sleep but probably also due to noise. Oh crap, I forgot to put my card in the roster. Oh well, at least people saw me do my duty so they can't really say anything.

Today, I ache everywhere. It's a good thing, since it means the muscles are developing, and sado-masochist that I am I have to admit I'm nearly enjoying it - other than the fact that I really can't raise my arms above my head right now, and that it really hurts when I start coughing. YJ has a cold. I hope it's only a cold. I told her to go see the doctor. Think she'll listen?

Oh, for your information, YJ already thinks the class is noisy and she hasn't even heard their full volume yet. I swear, these people are driving me nuts. Is is that difficult to keep quiet? I mean, obviously I have friends whom I talk to, but I don't make as much noise as a herd of stampeding elephants while I'm at it.

Ugh. I can spot grammatical errors already. My English is going down the drain. Uh uh uh, Aerin. Not good. I should spend the next few days reading The Three Musketeers or something. Seven Pillars of Wisdom, maybe. It's a fantastically boring account of war, but...

RS is going...well...not so well. Apparently we have to narrow down our research question. We've decided to just do the modern era, but then that means dealing with a whole truckload of works that don't have much depth and in some cases having no referential material at all. I have to go dig in the library this weekend after training with YJ. I think I'll just forget about Chinese tuition. I absolutely detest being group leader (hate responsibility, remember?) but it can't be helped so I'm going to try my best.

Wish there were a bookshop here that opened 24/7. I need to get some stuff (mainly for organising my ever-mounting portfolio of works, since I've been writing so many sketches and developing so much on the Sorano/Eisenfeld issue that I've largely ignored the other characters). I wonder if I can persuade my dad to take me to Giant.

If I didn't know better I'd swear I had a crush. I do know better, however, and I know that I'd love anyone with this passion if they did anything to deserve it.

Ah, forget it. I am rambling and I make no sense. Is the clinic open? I need to see a doctor before I cough up blood.

Never mind.

YJ, you rock.