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Seventeen days until the end of the quarter.

It does occur to me that I really could blow it all still. I don't really think I will, but I am in this state that is part tired and part high strung, and I know that it's not a good thing. Though sometimes its exhilirating.

Trying to be sane. It's tempting, for instance, to ask two different favorite professors for independant studies next quarter. But see? I'm resisting. Maybe one. Maybe the other over the summer. We'll see. I want next quarter to be a little saner.

Real wushu training started up Friday and Saturday. I really need that. I'm also feeling a little as if I've been hit by a truck. (To complicate matters, Shifu has been intending to lean on Zac heavily for the next bit, to demonstrate the more physically intensive stuff. And Zac just broke his foot. Oy! Poor guy.)

Life is so full right now. Wish I could talk about it coherently. Instead, I need to do more translations. And then code.