I seem to have caught yet another malaise. This one isn't as bad as the last, which was vaguely strep-throat-like and forced me to miss two days of classes, but it's a rather disgusting cold that makes me want to puncture my head in order to let out all the excess fluid that is threatening to invade my brain cavity.

Of course, this is not at all helped by my absolute refusal to alter my daily schedule to allow for more rest, etc. I tend to have a rather bullish attitude towards illness- if I can walk without getting dizzy, I must be 'fine' enough to carry on with my routine. Generally, I scoff at any sort of medication. My theory is that whatever symptoms I have, be it runny nose or fever, are trying to serve a purpose in ridding my body of the germish invaders. Thus, it's best to leave them to do their job, no matter how icky I feel, in the hopes that the germs will be killed off faster.

It actually becomes a battle of will between the invaders and I: I go as long as humanly possible, stuffy head, fever, and all, before succumbing to the desire to medicate and get rid of symptoms. If I should happen to cave and down some Nyquil, the little germies have won the battle, but if I hold out until the whole thing goes away, I can claim victory.

Illness as war: not very holistic of me, is it?

As long as this entry is tending towards the morose, I might as well mention that I broke up with Liz on Tuesday evening. I'm not really distressed about it, now- it was more difficult in the days leading up to the event, knowing that it had to be done but not really wanting to hurt her by doing it.

She and I got along fine, had some fun together, and, as Emily put it, she was "a lot of firsts" for me, but the relationship just wasn't working out. That spark, the primitive vital essence that keeps people perpetually excited about each other, just wasn't there. I was starting to feel a bit smothered by putting so much time into something that, in the end, I didn't have much of an emotional investment in. Before I start to sound like too much of a heel, let me set one thing straight: I like and care about her a lot, as a friend- just not as a girlfriend. I certainly hope that we can be friends later, but I haven't seen her since Tuesday, so I have no idea what her take on the situation is.

Of course, there were and are little messy bits to clean up: We borrowed books and things from each other that should be returned, we still will see each other at least twice a week for QU meetings, and, over the course of the month and a half we were together, I became friends with her housemates, as well. I do hope that things won't be uncomfortable. For goodness sake, we're adults... I'm sure things can be handled with aplomb.

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