I’m doing pre-class reading in my apartment instead of my office so I’m still in my pajamas. I am drinking coffee and feeling about as unproductive as Spring semester, 2004. The correlations do not escape me.

I miss my study group from last quarter. Seeing them twice a week for a couple hours kept me sane.
I have not been writing as much as I would like. I have not talked to Jill-IAN in three weeks. I have not gone to Target to purchase things I very much need, such as a new shower curtain, sheets, and towels. Such domestic needs.

Ug. I want to live somewhere and know that I’m going to be living there for more than a year, but I don’t foresee that happening in the near future.

And I want to meet a guy that I actually like, because I’m realizing the last time I met someone new who I actually liked was a very, very, very long time ago. Even with going by my pattern that I can only like-like a guy every three to four years, I feel I am overdue. Atrophy indeed.

I’m going to finish my coffee, get dressed (and I will probably wind up underdressed because I have no clean sweaters) and go to campus to find lunch.

Pass me the WHINE, it’s just a minor variation.