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Interesting.

The first time I tried reading Tolstoy's Anna Karenina, I couldn't get into it no matter how hard I tried. I was sixteen at the time.

Now, at twenty-two, I'm reading it again for a class, and I find myself really liking it. I wonder what it was that changed.

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Mergh.

Still feeling like a good wind could knock me over.

Starting to think the 'not hungry' thing has more to do with Plague than emotional state. (Still no appetite. Had some soup today, and that's it. No energy/motivation to go out and get food.)

Did some reading for class, and analyzed data for paper of doom you guys helped me with. Will be writing paper tomorrow.

To keep sanity intact, sorted reading by stuff that had to be done and stuff that could be blown off. (Blowing off a fair chunk; mainly the stuff I feel like I can BS about in class, whether or not I've read it. Sanity feeling slightly better.)

Drank three or four bottles of iced tea.

Thought about going to health services - no energy/can't be arsed. And isn't that just the problem: the people who need medical help the most are going to be the least able to go out and get it.

Took meds. No way to tell whether I still have a fever, due to severe lack of thermometer.

I think I'll spend the rest of tonight reading. Maybe a little more Anna Karenina, but more likely something just for me.

And that's how my day went.