I'm confused as to why one wouldn't take comfort in the certainty of death.

made glorious summer (knock on wood)

I feel a lot better than I did when I wrote my last post. I sought the help of some medical professionals, or rather, I pressured one to give me the drugs I deemed necessary for my recovery.

My mom has told me and has me reasonably convinced that my skin problems are mainly due to allergies, and that is why I get so inflamed. It isn't only my allergies to the majority of plant and animal life on this planet, but she says it's food allergies as well, to things like wheat and dairy. I wasn't taken in at first, but at this point I'm down to believe whatever.

In the face of this, I'm going to be making trips to a chiropractor in Illinois who has a machine that supposedly cures allergies through some sort of voodoo. They're a new type of machine only recently invented, so it feels rather like I'm going to be going off down the yellow brick road for this, going to the wizard to beg him for a new husk. I've been crushed many times, so I don't mind seizing some optimism right now I suppose.

In other news, yesterday was my final day of rigor before exams, I had a paper due in the afternoon and a presentation in my night class. As per my Minnesota usual, I'm pretty confident I did well on both of them. It's been strange, bullshitting papers and such in Whitewater would usually yield me a B, I think mainly because they found my language, logic, and observations obfuscating. In Minnesota when I handle my papers with a cavalier attitude, I get As! It's pretty nice, but it's funny at the same time. I've noticed that when I can't answer the question or write to the prompt very well, it becomes about deciding what I want the question to be and making observations that are insightful enough to pass for academic rigor. It's great because while I am able to approach a paper deliberately if I have to, I find it much easier to just let the words flow and have the ideas and make the connections as I write. Thankfully the U has had my back on this.

The U also has my back on reasonably flavored foodstuffs, as my friend Aaron (also known as L. Ron Schoenherr in honor of L. Ron Hubbard) and I enjoy frequenting a variety of dining halls around campus. Once I post this and put on my new black chucks, I'm headed to meet him at Sanford Hall, classiest of all U dining halls.

Having only exams in my way feels tremendously calming for some reason. Now is the winter of my discontent...