Nrg.

It's either the dead silence (except for the occasional laptop fan and hard drive, which aren't very far from it) or the having spent five hours watching Six Feet Under on headphones, but I feel a little like my skull is being squished.

I'm bored. I think that Mudd has made me very bad at being bored. I also think that this break is poorly organized - things are laid out such that I get two-three days of plans, then five-six days of nothing; that time block just doesn't work to stick something exciting into. Observe:

( Daily schedule, and reminder of just how short break is )

None of those gaps feel like anything I could stick something amazing and exciting into, but they will slowly chip away at my sanity. I'm not sure I'll be returning to school as refreshed and rested as I'd like.

Meanwhile, Portal has all but one grade in. About what I expected: ( If you'd rather not care )

Don't think I could ask for much more, and I'm less than surprised that Roselli is a bit behind on getting Latin in.

Getting in touch with people is hard. They've scattered, few of them use IM, I don't have email addresses, and I hate using the telephone. Never mind that my parents' modem stops responding if it's connected for too long, and IM severely speeds up that process. I've also been awake for less than twelve hours, but need to be in downtown Denver in just over another twelve.

It's also ridiculously cold in my bedroom, and the heater doesn't help much, and I'm fresh out of clean fuzzy socks. I guess I just feel like complaining.

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