Hi.

This is week 2, day 5. Or, week 1, day 4, depending on how you're counting. I took your advice and started a blog for this, because I really have nothing better to do. Though I suspect this blog won't live up to your expectations of being funny and awesome like your sister's (which is, by the way, beyong funny and awesome) and will end up being somewhat depressing. This is blog number 4. Or blog number 5. Again, it depends on how you're counting.

I am pretty sure most people have a hobby or a job or people to talk to while the summer passes. Most people don't have their hobbies ridiculed as insane, or lose their ability to talk to people properly, apparently.

What I don't understand is why before it was so very easy to write whatever came to mind. It wasn't always comprehensible, but at least I could write it out. My thoughts didn't wheel inside my head and I didn't stop, unable to go on and stare at the little I had written while my real thoughts buzzed around like annoying little flies.

Blah. I just don't feel like doing anything. But I must. I think if I had my way I'd be found lying in bed staring at my ceiling with unfocused eyes for the rest of eternity.