Against the Night Moves!

Heather spent the weekend with my sick self, and we had a lot of fun despite my respiratory handicaps. I think if I resumed a regular workout schedule, my immunity level would increase, so there's another reason for you kiddies to run around the block a few times. We went to the Wild Animal Park (nothing fantastic, just something to do outside with some nice scenery) as well as strolled along the beach at Carlsbad. I think my parents really liked her, but then again, who wouldn't?

Still gotta get the car smogged so I can update the registration, still gotta do my taxes, still have to psyche myself up for an arraignment hearing in three weeks. Three weeks. I never really thought about it before, but that's not a whole lot of time, and in 21 days, I will undergo a radical lifestyle change of some sort. Three weeks.

I think back to the mental anguish and torture that I went through at Caltech. For a while, I had a lot of bravado and said that I went through 4 years at Tech; what's a few months in prison? But really, I can't make that comparison. Tech was tough, but it was never stifling. It was never restrictive. It wasn't a 4 year mental prison sentence; it was a 4 year mental marathon. Prison isn't an apt comparison, and because of that, my level of preparedness has disappeared. I was banking on using my previous "endurance" experience to help through the whole ordeal, but I'm not so sure really what to expect and whether or not I can handle it.