I spend 5/7 of my days in a terrible stressful environment. Perhaps I did bring it upon myself to take Bio RA, but then again I do guess it is the perspective that matters the most. To deem stress a milder form of mental illness would seem rather extreme, but it does have a slight overlap - the stress on oneself if merely a derivation of speculated external pressure; in which justified or not is an entirely different question altogether.

For some reason, the stress signals in my head seem to be lessening, which probably means (a) I'm actually figuring out how to catch up or (b) I've decided to heck care it all. Frankly I can't come to either conclusion, which leaves me to the last that (c) my subconscious is acting upon itself to come to a decision. Then again, if my subconsciousness has overtaken the decision-making mechanisms in my head, there's the inherent assumption that my conscious mind isn't doing its job proper - which begs the question - am I stressing myself out?

In fear of continuing on a mental debate till my mind completely ceases to function, I shall attempt to visualize empty vessels and clear the fuzzy matter I can almost imagine swirling around in the recesses of my brain. In this state of vacuity, I end off yet another aimless entry.

Till Friday (the specifics set at 1140), when my brain will miraculously revive itself.

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