i keep hoping that i'm just going to wake up one morning and this weird funk that i have been in will just suddenly vanish. unfortunately i don't think that's how it works. i feel like i'm gradually feeling better. and it's so weird because i still have no idea what is wrong with me. i think sometimes i'm not really living, but just going through the motions of life. sleep, eat, work, repeat. there is more to life than this bullshit. i need this vacation more than i thought i would.

on a somewhat related note, i have no idea how i am going to get all of this stuff done in the next week or so. especially if i continue to sleep like i have been.

guess it's time to get back to my studies. at least it's a little better with some green tea in my mug and regina spektor playing in my headphones.