It's frustrating to look over at the clock that silently reads 12:01 and think, "why the hell can't I get any goddamn sleep around here?" I feel like I've driven all over the place today. Not that it was a bad thing- maybe with the exception of gas -but I had a productive day nonetheless. I took a trip with Crystality to Amesbury. We took a walk in the park and spun around on the merry-go-round until we felt the needs to boot. Why did I ever think it was a good idea to lay upside down on one of those things? On our way back into little ol' Newton we found ourselves running like banshees on top of the big hills near Lion's Mouth. I'm really enjoying the Dear Hunter mix Keith made me for my birthday. The beginning tracks remind me a tiny bit of Sound of Animals, so that's probably why. I've really missed music since the iPod incident. I feel as though I just don't know anything I used to listen to anymore; I don't know what music is anymore. (How pathetic does that make me sound?) Itunes is recovering, though. Why the hell won't my goddamn multiple slabs project stay together?! I'm becoming so frustrated with it. Grades close tomorrow and I haven't even connected the bottom of the damn piece. It's little things like this that only further make me question myself, where the hell is my life heading after all this? I have to pee every hour or so, which leads to my assumption of diabetes. My hands and feet are constantly freezing cold and no matter how much sleep I get I never have as much energy as I'd like, which leads to my assumption of anemia. Maybe I've been blessed with the beginning stages of Hypochondriasis. Are there stages? Or does it just come naturally? Maybe I should ask Crystal. The only three words that easily form in my mind throughout these uneventful days are "I" "am" and "screwed."