The apartment is empty of most things. My computer is here, and though i claim to be unable to live without it i don’t seem to have anything to say to it. My guitar sits unused in the corner except for when i feel like improvising in a new key or playing under my skin. I have all of my CDs, but keep playing the same ten over and over. There is no food, only bagels, oatmeal, and orange juice. Human contact is totally unfeasible, since i’m either alone or idly bitching to Matt. Don’t get me wrong, i really like living here, but i don’t really live here and its easy to see. I think this summer broke me of my ability to entertain myself for hours on end by virtue of forcing me to socialize every single day. I don’t know how to sit in front of my computer for twelve hours straight on a weekend anymore. I also don’t know what else to do with myself. I could be working on school things, but there’s only so much of it to do. I know that i constantly say “as soon as i have the time i’ll do it,” but the only thing i could think of in that category was wash, and i did that already. So, i sit here and miserably try to find a way to spend money on something that doesn’t really physically exist while preparing to tell people tomorrow that i did nothing this weekend. And all this week i’ll be yearning for an hour of free time, when in reality i know i’d just waste it or take a nap. And now, i’ve got to go take clothes out of the dryers.