I feel good.
I feel on top of things.
I probably should not say, write or even think that. Because I probably will jinx it, the feeling.

It’s strange. The work is piling up at school; February looks like a tough month, and granted, the first question for the exam in relativism (handed out yesterday) made me freak out a little. Still, I feel I can manage.

Maybe it’s a defence mechanism that I have. A mode that sets in when there’s too much to do, and the only way to cope with it, or to cope with the failure, is this mode. If that, however, would be the case then I have never had too much to do before in my life (and I know I have) because this feeling is new.

So tomorrow it starts:
The studying of Formal Logic. The reading of Relativism. The reading of Decartes. Researching Rawls’ epistemology.
Bring it on! It’s under me!