Week, in review.

All week deer have been laying siege to my sanity. Honestly. I suppose this is a common occurrence just before winter as the walking death traps forge Pontiac Trail for food (?). I image the fright of seeing a deer infront of your car when you're going 60mph is about equal to the same fright I would have if there were a child infront of my car while I was going 30mph. Here's the thing, deer work like this. They're social animals, thus when one runs across the road you're left wondering if another one will stupidly run into the side of your car. Because they do have that good of aim.

I have successfully accomplished a whole lot of nothing this past week. I hardly did any AP work and have self-inflicted guilt about it. I'm fretting that I won't finish the semester or the year or school in general. That would suck. The thing is, I kind of like not doing homework. I mean, I don't really accomplish much else (I guess riding Little Red One) but I don't seem to care too much.

My head is still kind of fucked since last week.

Or my motivation is just fucked since Cape Town. Thanks.

Little Red One has been coming along quite delightfully. Well, despite the fact that he fell over yesterday while I was riding him. It's not the most pleasant experience to be cantering along and then not have a horse underneath you. Luckily he picked himself back up, and by some miracle I stayed on. He gave himself quite the fright and quite the faceful of dirt. He seemed okay today though, even a little pushy (which I didn't so much appreciate). Tomorrow I'll put the pressure back on.

I've become so socially inactive that I've found myself reading Plato on a Saturday night. Is there something wrong with that?

Oy.