Its going on to the 3rd week of varsity life and poor me is still stuck with germs. =( School's horrid when buses are crammed with people and you're running late for lectures and labs. So happens that i'm always on opposite ends of the campus during all these unlucky instances. Always leaving me flustered. No wonder i'm still sick. Body's too tired from hopping all over the campus and to dance and back again. The no go out rule has to be even set this weekend, apparently for me to rest. Boohoo. And then again there's the analysis of The Panopticon to be done. Bauman is no clearer then Foucalt. Now there's the problem of the choice of passage for Paper 1. Back to my readings again. Je mal à la tête