My head is too full.

There was baseball today! I was in withdrawal. It was really horribly played baseball by both teams, but it was baseball. Maybe there'll be some decent-quality baseball tomorrow. Or at least by Monday. (Note to me: must talk to yehoshua.)

I have a revised date for Dad's knee surgery; he's been through the cardiologist who's cleared him for repairs. Must go through the plane reservations process again and let him know.

I was saved again by one of the dot-communities. Without it, I would have had to say, ". . . you're arguing that people should stay in the closet so that their sacred spaces won't be irretrievably and uncorrectably polluted by bad vibes from non-believers?" in a conversation where that would have been even less productive than what led up to it. I didn't think Thelema produced such fragile hothouse flowers. Learn something new every day.

Spent far too long attempting to extract information for non-traditional student financial aid out of reality; my brain is now melting out my ears. However, keshwyn has given me earplugs, so I probably won't lose much. Got distracted in the middle of it by oneironaut providing a link to an impressive bit of "BUH?" on a fandom-wank community. Reading the four pages of comments was both more appealing and less dangerous to my SAN than scholarship research. (iced_spice, do you actually have a good definition of 'wank' as you use it? I only know it from UK slang, though I can work it out from context. ;) )

I have homework from PA again; must find the capacity to do it. And we're getting around to discussing Ritual in next lesson, which I'm looking forward to. (I also learned that there's someone with the title 'Spokesperson for Ifá in the World' teaching at BU, or was recently; another reason to get my act and application in gear.) Meanwhile, there's someone on a local mailing list sounding out interest in Feri, and I think I've lost my half-finished HON application entirely. I'm completely nuts; I'm going into a feed-my-brain-and-soul ravenous craze, and I'm afraid I'll drive myself insane again. Of course, the thinking about it is taking the place of the actual stressful doing stuff; mind, it's also taking the place of stressful fretting about other stuff, so 'tisn't all bad.

I think I'll go print out the college application form so I can scribble my answers and sort out what I need to do. That's much more productive than staring at the WIP, and will keep me from just going in circles about how much stuff there is. Baby steps. Addendum: Or not. Printer hissy.

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And this is why we are, and why we are people and human together: in the way that living our hearts we do, we open each other's way without thinking.