I can tell that I'm having medicine withdrawals. It's becoming increasingly difficult to fall asleep at night. I'm touching my hair way too often. My skin is a mess because I continue to pick at it. Fortunately, my boyfriend's eyebrows look nice, and, I must say, mine are lookin' snazzy. I cannot sit still though. I should be drawing, yet I'd rather type. This way both hands are occupied. Sex & the City was EXCELLENT. I'm hesistant to see the new Indiana Jones movie. I'm hearing mixed reviews. Finals week is beginning to show its ugly face. I'd much rather sit in Barnes & Nobles and read instead of going to class. Is the lack of a father's attention truly the cause of a need to seek attention from guys? If I were comatose I wouldn't have to deal with anything.