not right: Jan. 29, 2003 (12:11 pm)

i was on the metro and this woman said that she had two jobs. and school. and church. and i was about to cry anyway because i have too much to do. and instead i was metroing around with jake and making him go over the water so i could see what it looked like at night and making him read my one act because i'm too tired to do anything right now. i'm sick. and i have some calculus to go master. everything hurts a lot and i want to go to bed again and i wish it was still december 20th because that weekend could've gone on forever. that weekend was perfect and there's nothing else that i can really say except that i have a lot that i'm supposed to be doing and i'd rather be running away. probably alone. so if you don't see me aound much that's probably what i'm pretending to do. meanwhile, i'm supposed to be running an amnesty international meeting.

i want to go back to talking to you late at night but you are always somewhere else and so am i.

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