Whatever happened to my sanity? I could swear I had it yesterday. Goodness, I am growing more and more convinced that I was just born in the wrong decade. I shoulda been a hippie or a Bronte. Seriously. I don't fit here. And I'm so tired that even sleep doesn't sound appealing. I'd much rather know what is going through the mind of, er, Shmeth, whom just this night received a letter from yours truly. What a nice big mess I have here. Not to worry, though; it is sure to clean itself up after a while. Just give it a little time.

What else did I do today? Well, I went to one of three classes, blew off homework, and decided that I very well may like a guy I've met all of one time. Why is irrelevant, but you can rest easily knowing that it's completely irrational, as usual.
You know, you really should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes. It brought me back to life. That's all I got for now; I feel I must quit before everythingstartsrunningtogether...