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asylum_onlineBlah. I'm alive. Mentally. Physically my body feels as though it is being eaten away by termites.
I hate being sick.
Not so much because of the way it feels, but because I hate having an entire class-room look at me during the midterm exam as though I'm plagued, and every cough will carry Black Death over to them (Oh, how I wish...the world would be better off).
More annoying is the work situation. The former Executive Vice-President and General Manager of the company had a dinner last night at the Seawatch, in which he attempted to recruit people to his new startup. The problem: One of the owner's, Joe, sat in the parking lot the entire time in the company truck watching and recording everyone from the company who attended. Translation: I may not have a job tomorrow.
On the school front, I've gone scorched earth on all my exams, and will continue to do so despite this bloody flu. Have a paper to write this evening, seven pages. Originally I was going to do it on Butler's The Way of All Flesh, but after rereading it last night, I decided to reread Frankenstein, and examine the binary opposition of life and death as used in the novel in the greater context of the novel as a focus on the dangers of knowledge, and its close resemblance to books I-V of Paradise Lost. Heh. I've realized I'm a masochist when it comes to education, and a sadist in everything else. Heh. Full Metal Jacket moment: The duality of man, sir!
All I have to do is not pass out through tomorrow, and I only have one exam left, so I'll finally beable to rest and beat this damned flu.
In other news, I miss you all, though I've tried to keep up with everything, I just haven't had the time for it.
I hate being sick.
Not so much because of the way it feels, but because I hate having an entire class-room look at me during the midterm exam as though I'm plagued, and every cough will carry Black Death over to them (Oh, how I wish...the world would be better off).
More annoying is the work situation. The former Executive Vice-President and General Manager of the company had a dinner last night at the Seawatch, in which he attempted to recruit people to his new startup. The problem: One of the owner's, Joe, sat in the parking lot the entire time in the company truck watching and recording everyone from the company who attended. Translation: I may not have a job tomorrow.
On the school front, I've gone scorched earth on all my exams, and will continue to do so despite this bloody flu. Have a paper to write this evening, seven pages. Originally I was going to do it on Butler's The Way of All Flesh, but after rereading it last night, I decided to reread Frankenstein, and examine the binary opposition of life and death as used in the novel in the greater context of the novel as a focus on the dangers of knowledge, and its close resemblance to books I-V of Paradise Lost. Heh. I've realized I'm a masochist when it comes to education, and a sadist in everything else. Heh. Full Metal Jacket moment: The duality of man, sir!
All I have to do is not pass out through tomorrow, and I only have one exam left, so I'll finally beable to rest and beat this damned flu.
In other news, I miss you all, though I've tried to keep up with everything, I just haven't had the time for it.
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