Got some good news. Ultrasound collected earlier this week, no abnormalities found. Took the results to my GP and he stil believes it is something inconsequential, such as a burst blood vessel, no further investigation needed. I am still a bit unsure about, e.g., if it happens again, do I pursue investigation again? I suspect it would not be best to presume innocence of similar symptoms to a previously innocent occurrence. But still, perfectly normal thing which occasionally happens to folk and does not signify serious health issue, I am told.

Today I finally got round to baking the strawberry cheesecake slice I've been planning to make for the past few weeks. Was orignally going to make it Xmas Ever for the family but despite my inquiries about kitchen availability beforehand, plans got reshuffled and various things kept coming up until today. So there it is and now it is made, sitting in the fridge as yet untouched.

For Xmas day we had a nice, quiet day with the family and alone. The only guest was my sister's boyfriend, who brought her here and stayed. So there was a family lunch, and I rather liked that no one was crying or apparently upset - no frustrated ambitions for the day. Which has probably been the case for several years now but especially stood out to me this time.

Meant to post this last week or longer ago (time is confusing), but was having connection difficulties and then got distracted and forgot about it for a while:

Finished this semester a week ago, with one last maths exam. Am fairly sure I failed that, and fairly sure I passed the Indigenous Studies elective I was taking.

Am left uncertain what to do about next semester. Can try re-enrolling in this class to attempt passing it again.

Let's say it quick.

Exhausted, don't know why I haven't let myself get to sleep already, except maybe a fear of not doing things when I could be doing things and thereby wasting irretrievable moments of my brief existence.

Finished reading The Power of One on the train in to work this morning, should say more about that when I have the consciousness for it. Borrowed Chronicles of Crime: The Second Ellis Peters Memorial Anthology of Historical Crime from the library, presumably start reading tomorrow on breaks.

Feeling anxious and worried about sleeping tonight. Thought writing something might help with that.

Is it not tradition to begin with an apology for not writing more? In this case, been beset by ongoing struggling with schoolwork, a shortage of staff at the library seeing me work several weeks on full-time hours, and an unfortunate incident of tripping over my laptop and knocking it to the floor, rendering its screen useless.

Thought briefly today about conducting my life as if I have only a short time left to live. But, I decided that for me this is incompatible with living as if I might have a longer term future. What I'd do for one would sabotage the other, and if I'm to gamble on one I'd rather aim for the more desirable possibility.

Haven't been posting much, again. Which happens. For example, I did not mention being nearly involved in a driving accident a few weeks ago.

Feeling quite stressed of late because I am trying to go back to university and finish that astronomy degree I failed and dropped out of barely short of graduating.

I've been wanting to do NaNoWriMo this year, but I've also been trying to be all responsible and productive, which makes it harder to justify long stretches of time writing each day. Or 'writing', as is more often the case. The plan I've settled on is to put some time toward studying each day, and if after taking care of that and any other urgent, important business there is still time, then I should write. No particular story in mind this year, once again I am aiming to work scattershot on a variety of small ones. My real goal is to get back into a regular writing habit.