Last night I went to the fourth of six lectures on modern China topics held at the university, in conjunction with our community adult school. It was a real doozy, unlike the others that were quite interesting and scholarly. What set last night's lecture apart from the others was that I concluded that the lecturer, obviously an esteemed professor, was likely in some kind of episode of mental illness. What his mental illness might be, I'm not entirely sure. Could've been hypomania/mania, schizophrenia, or something else. I don't want to describe the topic exactly, but it was not too far off from if a professor spoke for an hour about bubble gum being of great significance in post WWII American history, from the late 1940s to late 1950s. That's an accurate analogy. As referenced in past weeks, my psychiatrist has also been attending these lectures. I'm tempted to bring it up today, when I see him. I'm not sure if he'll want to discuss it much, but I do hope he'll at least say if my conclusion above is unfounded.

I just must study my French today. I'm guilty of extreme procrastination. The reason for it is deeply seated. It is not related to laziness, or even distraction, from other things.