finally working on the thesis again. (why do the prospies all congregate when me, and most of the rest of the seniors, are feeling the most hateful? a whole mess of em just trooped through the library). and i feel fairly productive.

my stomach hurts in an alarming way, and i think it would be cruel if i were to die of something as not-delicate as a stomach problem. honestly, why can't i just have consumption or malignant ennui? i'm not sure what malignant ennui would even look like, but i imagine it would be more romantic than trotting off to the ladies room.

okay, i must return to my the personal hell i've created for myself.