Placeholder in 2016

An entry is long overdue, however, I don’t have a schedule handy to remember which schools I was at, meaning that I don’t really have the main time marker for what I do with my life. I should fill in some gaps later tonight or possibly as late as Wednesday. In the meantime, I’ll write a few things just to get back into this recently neglected habit.
On second thought, I’ll hold off on any status report-y stuff, as it’s just not going to work.
Illness came, and with it weight. That’s annoying. I’m trying to read a biography of every US president by this time next year in prep for the diplomatic exam. Um . . . I am back on MFP as of this morning, and hope to make progress before departure time in . . . 2 months (bought the MI ticket).
I’m feeling talkative again, though not back to normal levels. I’ve really neglected Courtney lately, which is bothered me a lot. Tris, however, is something of a mystery. He’s barely talking to me at all, which is upsetting. I don’t know if he’s busy, if he’s upset with me, if he’s not feeling well, or if he’s having a hard time in life. I don’t know. The boy doesn’t tell me.
I had an interesting thought in the car today that seems to merit recording: What if after Rachael, Amber, and June I just kind of burned out on a lot of relationships? I just find it hard to care. When I imagine feeling happy with a woman, I just imagine myself indulging in appreciation of her adorability, or being scared. Or . . . nothing that feels good, real, and sincere.
Sleep has been bad, but the last two nights have improved slightly. Life is dull. Nothing much to report.