I don't think that I could have had a better break than I just did. Here's what I did. Friday: Got home. Played on the PS2. Slept. Saturday: Slept. Played on the PS2. Helped my Dad in the yard, and helped Julie with cleaning. Had Shannon over for dinner. Had a blast. Played on the PS2. Slept. Sunday: Slept. Played on the PS2. Saw Jenn and Mike, people that Shannon and I are glad to call friends. Talked to our friend Tammy. Had a blast. Went home early. Slept. Monday: Saw my friend Erik. We shouted random obscenities. Played the PS2. I slept some. Covered my car. Left. Went to Suncoast. Got a couple DVDs I've been waiting for. Slept. Enjoyed intimate moments with Shannon. Slept more. And now? I'm closing out my break by finishing homework that I had no clue about, and going to bed somewhere near one o'clock. I am definitely now wondering just what I'm doing here, again. That definitely depresses me.