Bleh bleh yadda yadda. 2003-09-22 - 6:15 p.m.
Maybe it's the rain, or the fact that we just played the second movement (damn depressing) of the Tchaik(ovsky) violin concerto, but I'm suddenly feeling a bit downtrodden. Like a wet band geek.
No mail today either. I should go write myself a letter. Or better yet, a (really) belated birthday card, and I'll write a check to myself and put that in. Granted that would defeat the purpose of getting money from outside sources, but it might make me feel better. Heh.
I miss people. I miss the outside world. I haven't left campus or the vicinity thereof in almost a month. Who am I to say the outside world hasn't just ceased to exist?
Hmmm. Bleh. Time to exit the library, a place that is telling me I should be doing work right now, and go back to Sarahland, drink chocolate milk, vegetate (I also miss vegetables! Somebody take me to the grocery store! Please?), and otherwise get in touch with my inner bug squished on the car windshield. Yes.