Ugh. I've a number of things to do to-day. I hardly feel like doing any of them, even the stuff that under normal circumstances would appeal to me.
I wanna just curl into foetal position in some enormous womb-like tank with my headphones on.
Actually, I do kinna feel like working on my novel. The conversation with Cryptess has kinna stimulated that desire. I wonder if I shall have time to to-day?
Trisa and I are due back at the depressingly mediocre Shakespeare class this evening. I'm supposed to be working on an essay for it . . . I wonder if it has to be typed?
Lastly, in case the gods only receive prayers through the internet, I’d like to pray that a certain friend of mind gets a certain job.