I have a test in twenty minutes. I'm still in bed, and I haven't eaten breakfast. This semester sucks my ass. Personal human relations are another thing that's getting me down lately, but I won't delve into that because I don't want to name names. Suffice it to say that I've become a shoulder to cry on for more than one person, when I haven't one myself.

Racing Sunday went okay. The course was super fast and fun, and the weather was perfect. I didn't finish well (38/43), nor did I expect to so early in the season. I'm still working on getting my riding legs back, and this was a much shorter and faster course than what I'm used to riding. Michaux is in less than two weeks, and I'm really looking forward to that.

I'm down ten pounds since I've started going to the gym on a regular basis. It's not as though I was hideously obese, or even fat for that matter. I just had a couple of pounds to lose. At this rate though, I'll be down to 200 flat in no time. At least two people have independently of one another said at that point, I'll be "svelte". I'm looking forward to that.