To usurp the unfailingly forthright words of John Mayer, "Something's missing, and I don't know how to fix it." It's nearly 2 a.m. Friday night/Saturday morning and I feel absolutely alone. I'm wide awake as well. Funny how often the two go hand-in-hand. To say that it's anybody's fault but my own would be a lie. From what I like to think is a rational standpoint, nothing is wrong; simply, nothing is right. I'd discuss it in more detail, were it not for the 9 o'clock meeting looming in front of me. That's 7 hours from now. I'm not in school for two weeks...what is this shit?