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Today was my parents' marriage anniversary. This morning, I visited a lake near our home with my neighborhood friend and we fed bread to the ducks and pigeons and seagulls. I spent the whole day passing time procrastinating rather than working, as I had planned; that felt bad. In the evening, we went out to eat at a restaurant, and I developed a bad stomach ache, for which I recently took medicine. I have to write an essay and study for my stats test, which I'm not looking forward to. I also have lost about 10 pounds since I arrived at university, which my parents would not like. Unfortunately, I think I might have to gain back the weight I lost against my wishes.

I also suspect I may be falling sick. I've been shivering, experiencing a headache, and feeling down for the past several hours. On Friday, I found out my roommate had contracted COVID, which makes it plausible I may also have the disease.     

The emergence of these new events I'm in for a miserable lot tomorrow and for the next few days, which has emerged partially because of bad luck, partially because of my own faults and sins. In order to bring about the best scenario, I must forthrightly and uncomplainingly address the wrongs and ills that have come about in my life. It's interesting that whenever some difficulty arises in my life, my writing becomes more poetic and my thoughts begin to flow more freely than they do otherwise.

Tomorrow, I wish to finish my history essay and exercise properly if I feel alright. If nothing else, I hope to do at least that much. Even if times are difficult, I feel that I have been putting good habits into place to deal with the times, such as waking up early and maintaining a daily schedule.