12.3.2000
I should be studying, I know.
I'm tired and worn out. Everything feels too much.
Not that it'd surprise anyone.
I've been up too long today, after too little sleep.
I don't know what I'd want. I don't think I want to be here right
now, there's only things I don't want to touch with a ten foot
pole, let alone deal with them.
I think I could do some painting.