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This entry in gotmedieval delivered me my morning lulz. Ahhh, such a good way to start the morning. Usually I have to wait until 10 or so.

Today is going to prove busy. Actually, this week will be busy. Sigh. Alas and alack etc. But I'm going to try not to get too spazzy about it.

I've decided in favour of the pills. So, I'm going to go down and make an appointment with my psychiatrist so that I can get my 'scrip.

Finally finished Slash, which is good because it was awful.

And in the next few weeks or so I'm going to be trying to go to bed a little bit earlier. Generally when I'm up really late, all I'm doing is pissing around rather than sleeping. So, I need to sleep. Or if I can't sleep, read my textbooks in bed or something, argh.... *sigh* So, it's just a matter of going to bed an hour or so earlier, but it's still kind of difficult. We'll see how that works out.

Also, random thought of the morning: American football is for wusses. GO SOCCER. Or rugby. Or hockey. Whoo~

[edit 9.26]

Beowulf lecture on the 29th? OMG, I'm so there! *wiggle*

[edit 11:40 PM]

Mentioned this to someone yesterday, but it was on AIM, so here we are.
The next time I go home, I'm going to try to solve part of the whole family history nonsense. While I can't ask directly, there is one other place that I can get some information.
My mother has a geneological chart. I have never seen it, but I know its location in the house. So, there is that. From it, I can at the very least get names. It might even have dates and locations on it. But, the names are important; because almost everyone in her family was directly from the old world, the names actually mean something as far as tracing the locations. Wouldn't be able to pinpoint the city from that, but the country could most likely be determined.
It's so strange. That thing has been in the closet for years, rolled up in a paper tube, and I never looked at it. Then again, for almost all of those years, I didn't really think about family history much. I thought, "okay. My relatives were Italian. That's cool. Explains why we eat so much pasta." It wasn't until the last five years or so, when the story started changing and everyone started dying, that I really started wondering about it.
*flop*

[edit 2:50 PM]

Well, I went in and made an appointment to get my 'scrip. So, that'll be Wednesday. And then I get it and I'll get my meds and I'll try them out and we'll see how it goes.
Realized today, that while I'm not feeling down at the moment, I'm still feeling the anxiety. Had to e-mail a prof and got a little freaked out about it. So, that was the push I needed. Gettin' freaked out over having to e-mail a professor? Ridiculous. So, there we are.
Strange how it applies to the internet too. Someone I respect, but do not know, says they like my writing? Nervous/freakout. Someone I respect acknowledges me (and something just minor, like saying "I agree with yuuago"), I freak out. Jesus, I'm a mess.
I feel pretty good today, though.

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Mmnnneh.
Find myself wanting to write more. Wtf. Fortunately, this time I don't have any specific ideas, so I don't feel like I've been hit with a brick and have to write OMGNOW, though I do have a historical thing to base it on when I do write.

( Cut for rambling and fandom and Baltic history )