Hello, January... Wait, February.

February? Really? As in, well into my second semester of college and necessitating that I begin writing again? No, sir, you are surely jesting.
My temporal sense has become very disoriented. Today is the the third of February, a Tuesday, and yet I somehow managed to convince my self that it was both Monday (yesterday) and the fourth (tomorrow) at the same time. Wednesday is going to throw me for a loop. At times like these I feel very much like Arthur Dent. Just as he could never get the hang of Thursdays, Wednesdays will forever be my bane.
I've returned to college to find that it is much the same. I spend my time pursuing various intellectual interests. I still haven't become much of an athlete, but I do enjoy walking around campus. I've started to take purely recreational walks in the evenings.
My newly acquired turntable and I are getting along famously. Our bond is going to become the stuff of legends.
I've begun reading The Moral Property of Women: A History of Birth Control in America. It's fascinating, if dry.
My thoughts, at this point in the evening, have become less than focused. Methinks I should take myself off to bed, if not off to sleep.
Hello, second semester.