It's here. It sucks beyond all belief, and I'm not talking about your mom. That's right, it's Valentine's day. Pretty miserable on the whole, especially since one of my best friends is in the hospital right now for surgery on her gall bladder. I am really missing her right now. What else has sucked? Everything. That is, except for this little bit of news:
For once, I was not referred to by any false names in Ancient and Medieval Worlds. That is nigh-miraculous. I really kicked ass in the class this morning, so perhaps I made an impression. Same in modern philosophy. Perhaps I do best when I am supremely depressed. It's rather odd. Maybe it's just a bizarre mixture of fatalism and genius. Or maybe I am one of those so-called "thinkers of the spleen," like Nietzche. Oh well. I guess that is what I get for being a melancholic madman. I don't know.