For the past three days, I’ve been confined to my bed – 24/7. It hasn’t been extremely fun. On top of my coming down with the flu, I haven’t been able to feel my arms. The latter is completely my fault, though. On Tuesday afternoon, I was lifting in the Rocky athletic center. The only problem with this was that I was doing it without a spotter. When the bar became too heavy for me, I set it on my chest. I would find out later that this was not one of my best ideas. When I woke up on Wednesday, I (no exaggeration) could not feel my arms.

I’ve taken this little vacation to think about some things. Most of my conscious time has been spent on this. I’ve thought about Megan, Zhanna, and what I’m going to do about everything. As much time as I spend on this, I can’t come up with a viable solution. I suppose it’s a catch-22. I like both of them, yet I want neither of them. (I don’t think that’s the best way to describe it, but it’ll have to do.) Life is best lived through experience. Megan thinks that she’s in competition with Zhanna. I really don’t think that’s what it is. I don’t think I could do that anyway. It’s just not fair. I guess I’ll just have to see what happens …