I am having one of those weeks when it's really hard to convince myself to do anything, like get out of bed, eat, study, work, do laundry, or really do anything besides sit around playing Spider Solitaire and watching Buffy.

I'm not sure why it hit me this week. Probably it being the end of the schoolyear just wanting the bombardment of papers and tests to stop.

My birthday's in eight days; I guess I should do something for it, because even though I don't feel like planning something now, I'm sure I'll want to do something by then. The thought of turning twenty-one makes me feel tired - it'll make me "in my twenties." There's so much pressure in that. (I sound like TS Eliot or F. Scott Fitzgerald or someone - youth is so exhausting!)

I have an idea for a novella to write this summer - it's about menstruation and not getting laid. It's "semi-autobiographical." Hah!