I slept like a pig and woke up an hour before my logic tutorial. I am amazed that my sleep-deprived brain managed to remember it was still on the very moment I opened my eyes. Still surprised that I made it to class before my tutor. We did logic trees, which are sort of interesting in that nerdy way, and did I tell you about this annoying kid in my class who loudly interrupts the tutor every fifteen minutes? Well, I kind of admire this kid.
Then pharmacology lecture, which I had to be absolutely awake for, and I did not have a shred of breakfast or coffee since this morning. Never did know how to take care of myself on Tuesdays. But I pulled through nevertheless, and was at least grateful for professor's warning at the beginning that diuretics was a tricky topic. My meningeal arteries are still throbbing.
Read another chapter of Jonathan Haidt's Happiness Hypothesis on the train, the gist of which seems to be, "it's okay to imagine you're superman" and I must say this latest chapter unsettles me for some reason. Maybe it's because he chose to end it by endorsing Prozac. Aw, who am I to judge the man and his love for selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors. I mean, they only alter your nerves permanently and change the wiring in your emotional hindbrain, that is all. No harm in that -.-
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