My stupid computer.

I think my computer is on its last legs. Or maybe it got infected with a virus. It's acting like Hal, that homicidal computer from 2000 (or was it 2001)? At least it hasn't developed the ability to speak yet-- it can't convince the other household appliances to mutiny.

I've got an academic dilemma on my hands. If I take all the classes I registered for, I'll be taking 18 units. (The maximum my school allows.)

This is what my schedule currently looks like:

-- Study of Religion
M, W, 9- 10:15am

-- Ancient Near East
M, W, 1:30pm- 2:45pm

--History 100W (Writing Workshop)
W 3- 5:45pm

--World History 1A
T, Th, 9- 10:15am

-- World History 1B
T, Th, 10:30- 11:45am

-- Africa to 1800
T, 6- 8:45pm

I've never taken 6 classes before. Last semester I took 5, which was definitely a full plate. If I can take these classes though, I can graduate after this semester and apply for grad school. But, taking those six classes at once is gonna seriously backfire if I screw up and get less that a C+ in any of those classes. Also, because of the budget problems in California, who knows if the classes I need will be offered in Spring. The writing worshop is really going to be tough. Our professor was recruited from UC Berkeley, so he's probably expecting great things from us. FYI, Study of Religion is for my minor. I only have until September 14th to drop classes, so I guess I'll just see how this next week goes. It depends on if I'm gonna fell so sick for a long period of time.

Tomorrow is the day of the glow in the dark smoothie. I just want to get better. I'm not supposed to work out-- no push ups, no crunches. It's not like I feel up to doing any of that anyway.

Today was tough. In my first class I had to deal with a fever, and something new, double vision! That feeling of tightness across my chest has definitely gotten worse, like it's spread around to my back too. Argh. Guess I've got to go back to the doctor.

I really don't want to go until she calls with the results. What if she just tells me to go home and thinks I'm some crazy hypochondriac? What if there's nothing she can do for me?

If I can just get some sleep tonight, maybe I'll feel better. Tylenol PM, perhaps? Nights seem to be more... painful.

How embarassing, I feel like such an old lady!!!

~Tragic