Major Lit Trad studying happening here. All evening, nonstop, nothing but Trad. Dante, Milton, Omeros. Some people are extremely worried about it, but most are not. I'm not. I've listened to the lectures, I've thought about the major questions each poem raises, I know most of the characters. There will be nothing more difficult than memory recovery. And memory recovery is no work at all. I've been rather slack on my routines lately. I don't wash my clothes every Sunday anymore, I don't have a certain time to go to bed, I don't do some things I used to do, I do some things I used to not do. I guess I'm going through some sort of change or something, perhaps a rebellion against schedule or routine. I've always been the kind of person who liked a schedule, who liked to know what was going to happen. Not every single thing exactly, but a generalization, at least. But now, I don't care so much about schedules or plans. I don't really know where I'll be in five years unlike three months ago when I knew exactly where I would be and what happened in between. Now I'm not really worried about the what or the how. I guess it's due to the coming of the summer. Nothing to do except to work at an unknown place and read Moby Dick and Mansfield Park from the public library for next semester. I've got nothing to say, but it's okay