the day is slipping away. i look at the clock one moment and look at it again a few moments later, and it's already half past 3.

i get e-mails titled ARE YOU READY TO TAKE THE SAT? ugh. i get a shitload of junkmail, so i kind of want to change my e-mail address, but i have a paranoia of losing touch with people Who Will Probably Never E-mail Again Anyway. i've had my hotmail account since i was in grade four.

i think i would like my nonexistant story better if somebody else wrote it.

i'm reading anais nin's journals. i've barely started yet it's the most amazing thing i've read in a while.

maybe i'll go swimming.