I have myalgia all over me. 

These past two days, I have been going back and forth to the hospital from afternoon until night, the nooks around my neck muscles pained after hours of analyzing specimens through microscope. It was cool; for the most part, I was alone, and something about the monotony and repetition of the task makes me not ruminate internally. I was just doing my job. When it was done, I got home, showered, ate, drank chocolate, and slept at 3 AM. I overslept this morning and missed my first lecture; it was cool. At this point, I will just have to make sure I know what time it is, and then I will be good. 

I have not had breakfast.

For this elective term, I chose to study about psychophysiology. So far, it has been all over the place, and I am cool with it. I love the inherent messiness, how nobody tries to gloss and mask the complexities, how everyone is having fun with the abundance of inside jokes accumulated after only three days we have been starting to learn it. I wish I had more time to sit through the materials, reading and highlighting e-books, because even now I am all dozed off and hungry, only thinking of when I should be napping for a short while today. I am trying to survive. My self-therapy now involves watching BookTube videos. Bless them. I would have died if it were not for them. 

Bless my soul. I am tired.