I'm sitting here staring at the computer screen, again. It's 2:12 am, why can't I sleep? I'm exhausted and sick and just all round horrible feeling. Tomorrow I need to get up early. I need to be fresh and in a good mood. This will not happen. Last night I was thinking that I should just give up this dream I have of being a writer and find something more practical to do. I'm not a very good writer and I haven't been inspried to do it much in the past couple years but I know that its flowing inside me. Anyway, I'd decided by the time I went to sleep (6 am) that I would change my major back to business and just finish as soon as I could. Then a couple hours later I woke up and my fingers were itching for the keyboard and thoughts were just flowing around inside my head like water to be poured out. And I sat there from 8 am to 3 pm and let it flow from me. When I finally dried up I was mentally dead and had to go to English. It was good being empty for once. Totally empty. It's the way you feel when you fast. It's not negative having your stomach empty, or your mind. I feel enlightened, like the cosmos are letting me in on some secret. Like anything can happen for me. And that maybe meeting "The One" (laugh at my hopelessly romantic and idiotic self) isn't as important as I thought it was. Everyday you meet new people. Everyday you learn something. Everday is different. What's good for me today might not work tomorrow so I better do it while I know how.