I feel like I can’t get anything done. The weekend has come and gone, and all I’ve really got to show for it is a clean apartment. I don’t know… I just can’t seem to get it together.

I really don’t want to go to work tomorrow. If I stay home, I’ll probably do work… and I’ll most likely get more done here than at work. Random thoughts – yeah, but I can’t sleep, so that’s what you’re getting.

I did write my sister a letter today, so that’s something.

I think I miss California. Weird.

I’m going sleep now. Or at least try.