woke up at 6, limbs of lead, woozy, felt like throwing up. i haven't been doing anything strenuous so why do i ache all over? sipped some water and went back to sleep. woke up again and it was 11 and i have missed my morning class still holding the text in one hand. hell. now i have to get ready for my 2 o'clock class but my brain is unthinking rotten cotton like in mai gan zhe yan. down from 12 to 8 hours a week and it still seems too much like an intrusion on one's time. i'm turning into a british uni student! and all i can think is of going back to bed now. is it 12.30 already? damn. i want lunch. when i come home, if i survive this afternoon, i shall tell about my newest interest in the angel island poems.