It must be the allergy medicine. Last night I fell asleep at 6 pm, woke up at 9:30 pm, then went back to sleep some time around 11:30 pm, and slept til 7:30 am. How many hours is that? Probably too many. The baby is still kind of sick and out of sorts as well, so we're both just lounging. Eventually we'll venture all the way out to the front yard to play in the sprinklers. I don't even have the energy to bring her down to the beach.

School is draining me and it hasn't even begun. But instead of trying to fix it, I dwell. I will always dwell. I just told a friend to stop dwelling and speculating, and it's all I ever do. Why can't I ever just follow my own damn advice...

I really don't know any way to say this without sounding lame and msuhy, but God, I love my friends. Instead of just looking forward to the next time I can see them, I dwell on the fact that most of them have graduated, and weekends at UConn will never be the same.

Are we seeing a pattern here?