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So, luckily, all I had was a "foreign object" stuck in my face. That just happened to be by/in my mole. Seriously? So bizarre. I'm happy that's all it was, though! I've never freaked out over anything health-wise like that in my life. I mean, not that much at least. I dunno. Think I'll take it easy from now on...

I'm trying to figure out what my attention span problem is... maybe it's the fact I've been in school so long I just want boring nothingness. I'm so burnt out. I cannot force myself to do things I once (or still think) thought I'd enjoy. Like, for instance, my thesis. It's interesting... should be fun. Or, at least, something I could do and remotely enjoy or not despise. But I don't think it's that... it's writing and reading in general now. I hate it! My brain seriously cannot focus for more than a sentence worth without quitting. I've read and written my entire life. I do love it. But you can have too much of it in such a short time span that you literally never want to read ever again! Or so it feels.

I like my outfit today and how my hair looks. Best of all, it was quite simple & easy. Think I'll go this route for a while. Quite messy looking, but that's alright... right? :)

Maybe I can get some crap done for school. I have to! I'm the biggest slacker ever. I simultaneously hate myself for it and not care at all.

Debating on whether or not I should listen to music while trying to work or deal with the background noise/elevator music that is Panera Bread. Hmm. Neither would likely help. And as I type this, the music just turned from pseudo-jazz to Norah Jones. Good timing.