I’ve resolved to be a more focused thinker.  It’s hard living with myself when I’m not positive with what goes on in my mind, if anything goes at all.  My mind is always terrifically absent of thoughts, moreso now than previously.  I guess it’s nice when I’d rather not worry about anything, but it definitely has been crippling as far as my academic ventures are concerned.  Does it stem from disinterest, or maybe laziness?  Or a fine combination of both.  That seems the most accurate.

But, truthfully, I feel like my mind is jumbled with something.  Maybe I can dredge it out with writing–let the muck ooze out my ears and nostrils.  Actually, I’ve felt clogged up for a while.  Fasting might be good.  Ahh, if only I had some beet juice, I’d really be in business.

Yeah, I have no clarity in my thoughts, nor any obvious stream of consciousness.  And it feels like I’m always trying too hard to sound intelligent, but everything ends up being trite and ridiculous.  Is this maybe a funk?  I hope it passes.

So just now, I had this massive piece of glass extracted from my foot. Yesterday I was walking into my room and was sort of shuffling my feet when my right one caught something, and since we have hardwood floors I assumed it was just a regular wooden splinter that lodged itself into the ball of my foot. Whatevs. This morning I get up and ask my mother to have a look because I can’t really walk comfortably and I’m planning on flying to China in a few days, so having a limp-free gait would be grand. She gets out the needle and starts digging around and discovers, ‘Wait, this isn’t wood, it’s glass.’ Then she finds some tweezers and in one swift movement pulls out this tremendous shard of broken glass from a bottle that had been broken a few days ago in the kitchen. It was awesome.