it's early, but not early enough--it looks like i'm going to miss chemistry lecture. one more test, monday, and i'm 5 credits closer to be a real human. or at least one with a degree.

i leave for new york in 4 days. i've got to start packing and repacking, emailing various people to inform them of my impending arrival.

i have nothing to type. i've been jagged lately, angry one second and debilitatingly sad the next. pain medicine doesn't help. i just need to spend more time alone, and an island with a bajillion people on it will help me do that. seriously. i think i'll be alone a lot while i'm in new york, rummaging around archives and libraries and through files and dust. that should be good for me. or, at least, make my moods less obvious to everyone else, which is almost like a change.

i saw claire's play and it was brilliant. she's convincing as a mincing, depressed housewife, but then shouldn't we all be? she is captivating on stage. she'll be famous. i'm squirreling away everything i can find with her signature on it--never too early.

back to sleep. hopefully back to that dream about making out with JFK. i am a crazy history major. i have unintentional dreams about historical figures that involve some kind of intimacy. i am so creepy. please don't tell anyone.