Oh, existing is hard

It's hard for me to keep up with everything already. And it's only been two days. And half of my classes haven't actually been held, because apparently professors don't like to be in Chicago on time (not that I'm really complaining... if they'd been there, I'd be even more dead right now. At least this way I've had time to adjust). Really, though, I think I'll be fine once I get myself more motivated, and once I'm feeling better. I think I've either caught some random illness from travelling, or my left bottom wisdom tooth has decided to get revenge from beyond the grave by letting its former home get a bit infected. Which is probably more my fault for moving on to solid food a mere four days after surgery. I'm brilliant like that. I've been sickly and tired the last two days, so I keep passing out around six or so for a few hours. Not the greatest idea when I've got nine o'clock classes. But oh well... not this week. Tonight I managed to have some ridiculous dream about leading some kind of ragtag, former-military professional dodgeball-LARPing group. It started out with something to do with me not being able to get Aerosmith tickets for my mom, and next thing I knew I was trying to cross Lake Shore and Earth was being invaded and we were fleeing south on some kind of caravan or train and trying to convince some panel of people that we deserved to be allowed to move to Picon while the hills were ravaged by brainwashing Geisha-aliens that all looked the same. I was also convinced that they could read my mind.

So yes, all in all probably not the best picture to paint of my mental state. (Those Geishas were creepy...) But other than my apparent malady, things have been nice. My seminar instructor is quite nice, and put me at ease about being so behind on my project (provided I can get two chapters down in three weeks. Which I think I can...). My Shakespeare class will be fun if I don't have to buy yet another collected works, even if the format is about as far from the one I took last spring as possible (it's going to be strange to focus so much on history over the words themselves).

I've also realized how much I'm going to miss this floor after I leave. Heck, I'm going to miss this entire university. As much as people are obnoxious and scary, sometimes it's endearing, and it's nothing I've found anywhere else yet. Hopefully it exists somewhere else out there in the real world.