I seem to be able to focus for a reasonable period again. Of, say, two and a half hours. Maybe it's lifting. Applied Maths pracs should give me a hint in that regard.

As of late, a number of mates of mine have been prescribing treatments for my mental sanity that I'm not truly fond of. "Karl, you need to get laid.", they all say. And I tend to respond with a well-deserved, "Bollocks!". For crying out loud, if I needed to get laid to relieve some sexual tension that I'm supposedly experiencing, there've been enough opportunities anyway.

Anyway, on the relationship front, I can see myself setting myself up for a fall here. Her name is Tamara. She's an intelligent, mature, pretty, caring, sweet, Christian, 19 year old that attends a number of the same lectures I do. *sigh* Silly me.

Here we go again?