So, I only got through two items on my summer reading list. FAILURE!

In addition to having the potential to drive me mad by December, this semester is the busiest I've ever attempted. Five courses in addition to singing with the choristers; but honestly it's this studio drawing class which stresses me. At the beginning, it broke my brain in the best possible way and taught me how not to do things the quick and dirty way when sketching--but the workload is actually pretty intense and more draining than I thought. No English courses. None next semester either, if I want to transfer as quickly as possible. I really feel like I'm ready to move on, and I'm nearly there. Just getting anxious about exactly which path to take. Sometimes I feel like since I could potentially do many things, I will end up doing nothing.

At the end of the month DJ & I get to make it over to NC to visit my family. That's something to look forward to.

I've been taking St. John's Wort. I can't tell any difference.

I need more poetry in my life.