Tomorrow I’ve got to make my case for why I was gone for a month. I could run and accept this whole semester as loss, and start fresh in 9 months. I could spend the whole night fixing my problems (no sleep and plenty of coffee) and work out how I’m going to bullshit everything in the morning. Then there’s the idea of fixing the problems I’ve got and take the next months off to recoup. None of the ideas are great ideas in themselves and all of them require me losing something. At the moment my blood is coursing through with plenty of muscle relaxers so what I’m actually capable of at the moment is quite limited. Now I’m assuming everything that I need is the stuff that I already know about and that their aren’t any surprises around the corner (I’m sure there is). Now I’m from the old school of thought, when you’ve lost everything, things can’t get much worse… so trying to gain something is better than the option of going away with nothing. If I wasn’t so drugged up (medication is so wonderful isn’t it?) pulling an all nighter wouldn’t exactly be out of the question… but in this state it’s less than desirable. Plus lying to cover my tracks has certain disadvantages like unless I pull it off without a hitch, people will want proof. In every sense of the word… there’s no way I’m not losing something tomorrow.
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