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(As of a week ago:)

The room’s sliding. Sideways.

Lack of sleep plus stress leads to more stress and therefore not sleeping well when I do sleep, which in turn leads to even more stress and bodily crisis. This includes my ankle swelling up out of the blue, my shoulders and back going super tense, an inability to thermoregulate, and now I’m really sick.

(Today:)

Joys of antibiotics. I’m feeling better, after four days of fever. I can’t hear that well out of my right ear, and the whole world has the damper pedal on right now. All in all, I’m less of a crisis than I was a week ago, but still quite a crisis.

Today was better than the past week has been. You’d think then that I took a couple steps in the right direction, but really… at the moment I’m procrastinating on reading a short journal article on protein chaperones in favor of revisiting stories I’ve worked on in the past 3 years or so, listening to good music, and generally just being a pile with my laptop on my stomach. I’m practically horizontal. But the quarter’s winding down (up?) and for some reason that makes me feel entitled to procrastinate more and deal with it all high school style. Annnd all this stopped making sense a while ago, so I’m going to sleep. Sleep… indeed ’tis a lovely thing.

I like too much for things to make sense.

It’s a balmy 64 degrees here. Therefore I have forsaken the concept of sleeves, thrown my windows wide open, and re-adopted the concept of sleeves only to be able to roll them up and clean my room.

It’s pretty obvious already that the switch to Wordpress is causing an exponential increase in blogging frequency. I am amused.

So here I am picking things up and wiping dust out from under them, and putting them back where they were. The floor is prickling my bare feet — a sure sign that the planned vacuuming will be well appreciated. I also can’t see any of the surface of my desk, which is kind of a problem. All I’ve done is sit and work on my futon for the last few weeks, which I’m sure is doing wonders for my posture. There’s something nice about cleaning, even if I’m sneezing with all the dust.

Hmm… notice something different?

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED AROUND HERE?! Oh nothing but a little Wordpress action. Funny, that.

With Haloscan on its last legs, I figured the time was right to convert everything to Wordpress. It was a tedious process, considering Wordpress doesn’t have Haloscan import capabilities (yet?), and toss in the fact that Kethadros has been updated via direct HTML editing or the janky PHP form and script I wrote way back when. Of course, what better time than my most insane weeks of the quarter to spend hours and hours copy-pasting blog posts and comments. But hey, I did it, and everything should be easier from here on out. All the old comments should be intact, although with potentially incorrect email addresses. But whatever.

I’m using one of the downloadable themes for the moment, because I really don’t have time to code an entire Wordpress theme while still navigating my quarter from hell. (At the moment I should be working on a physics problem set and/or a molecular biology discussion paper; I also got 1 hour of sleep last night and a 2 hour nap this afternoon. I’m hyped up on caffeine for now!) So you’ll just have to bear with this non-Kethadros-y layout for now, and missing all the custom fields (currently, supposed to be, writing, etc.) and sidebar and who knows what else. But this way I can keep blogging without having to post both via PHP form and copy-paste that mess to the Wordpress blog hiding in the background.

Enough for now. I’ve got other shit to do…

(Edit:) Btdubs, that means there’s an RSS feed now.

Why can’t everything be okay right now? Too many people are hurting for this to be healthy.

And me? Well, nothing’s wrong with me as usual. How often do I have something to complain about that’s actually about me? Rarely. I’d say I don’t want to care about other people’s problems, but that’s just not true.

It just makes my misery a little less substantial, and hold a little less weight. But that’s not to say it doesn’t hurt.

So enough of this “everything’s going to be okay” nonsense. It’s going to be okay now, damn it.