I wish I had something to do. Finished reading a really excellent book, that has kind of deflated me to reading anything else. Don't feel like it, when that book is probably my second favorite book of all time now; yes, it was that good.

I get so worried about people when I don't hear from them. I suppose Maegan is having fun or doing something, haven't seen her in a few days. Haven't heard from Erin in a couple days, which is making me worry a lot and feeling pangs of heartache. I wish she had left a phone number to contact her in case of emergencies, but she's probably traveling again, and has no way to write me an e-mail. That's what happened last time, so I'll just wait for a while, nothing else I can really do.

One of my e-mail friends finally wrote to me, after a week or so of not talking, but she made up for it with a delicious read of several pages long. So I wrote back and prattled on for (counts) 7 pages. I seem to get more wordy as time goes on. I never wrote this much in my journal, never even kept a journal until a year or so ago. I was never this verbose in talking to people in e-mail or online. Not that I'm complaining, I really like to write to people and receive long responses.

More boring life today, I can feel it, nothing to even escape it. My sister is supposed to be here sometime today, that will provide diversion for an hour or so, but after that it's back to normalacy. Maybe I'll get fucked up, I'm not even depressed (too much...), just lonely and bored out of my mind. I already feel drugged. I've been having bad headaches almost everyday and they don't want to seem to die down. It feels like I'm just floating here. I'm a very tiny voice, rocking back and forth in the flotsam and jetsam of my consciousness.

I wish someone would e-mail me or come online to talk to me. sigh