Wreck

I think it might be an understatement to say that this past week hasn't been the greatest. Not only did I have an unusual amount of reading and a paper due, I was also fucking sick most of it. I thought it was just an unusually bad cold - seems like everyone around here has it - but the fact that the cold symptoms have gone down but I'm still feeling fucking exhausted and sore makes me think this is probably a weird strain of the flu. I guess that vaccine a got a few months ago didn't do its job. I haven't even been to the gym in a week.

Then right in the middle of all that stress, I got word through a friend that someone from my past has been having a much worse week - involving law enforcement. No, it's not someone who was a romantic involvement, just a heterosexual guy who was one of my best friends through most of my teenage years. As high school ended, we started to get on shaky ground, and then by sophomore year we'd had a falling out. Now this kid's in trouble, and I don't know how I feel. For some reason I feel like I should be doing something to try to help him. At the same time I feel like I totally expected something like this would happen to him, and it doesn't surprise me, and then I feel guilty about that. And then I remember that he's got his own people there who are supposed to be helping him out, but I dunno, maybe I'm just thinking about it too fucking much.

On the other hand, I've got a lot to be feeling good about right now. I've got a completed draft of a novel that I've been working on - which is pretty fucking exciting in itself - and I think it's looking pretty good. Too bad I've already got another paper due Monday. Spring break can't come soon enough.