Not only has this fallen apart, this entry will be a log of almost-didn't go moments.

Thursday (23 February)

Tired, lugging bogu back, just after Structures class--really don't feel like going, considering just dropping off the goods and going. Suit up anyway. Still very tired, but exhilarated. End up staying up late at night after before the Philly trip.

Tuesday (27 February)

After meeting at the central office with old work-chum. They overorder on food, so I stuff my face with chicken Caesar salad, cheese and soggy crackers, listless fruit, and not enough fluid. I end up showing up late (I even walk halfway to the Graduate Center), before something makes me turn around. I go, and it's super-sweaty.

Thursday (1 March)

In this case, I don't make it. I just don't feel like heading into the city on a special trip. I go home and catch up on Netflix.

Sunday (today, 4 March)

Wake up at 10. Not really. Go back to sleep. 1030? Not really. Have to poop around 1045, so i do. Go back to sleep again. At 1115 I'm pooping again and decide to go. Make it there in time and all, and feel energized enough after to get dumplings and a haircut. (even though I pay for it later by passing out for three hours)

MORAL: I've never regretted going to a practice. The only regret is that when I don't go I lose myself so fully that I forget the regret utterly!