Sidra said something like that to me, and maybe it's true. I don't know because I forget things about myself, which is maybe why I'm always so interested in past versions of me.
But this semester seems to be especially crazy. So much has been swirling around my head unsaid, adding up through the days, that it's hard to construct a narrative through them (of them?) - not unlike what I have to do with my thesis, literature review due soon.
I would like to slow down.
And eat, for one. I went to get a physical exam and my weight is low. I try to eat two proper meals (with snacks) but the other day I was so busy I only had time for one proper meal, which is ridiculous.
I've been noticing this difference between mental and physical tiredness. When my mind is tired I like to indulge myself and rest, but when it's just my body I want to keep going (even though it's easier to fall asleep when the body is more tired, I think).
Time escapes me.