soundtrack: erykah badu

this week, i started off feeling ill to the stomach, so i skipped out on the gym (and i had to wash my gym clothes). i was still feeling ill on tuesday, so i didn't go again. ran errands for mom today, so i didn't go today. i don't think i'm going to go at all this week. i feel like a slob.. an unmotivated slob. i need to work on that.
struggling to read solomon (which i can definetly say is a first for me); it's not a bad book... it's very engaging... i just can't sit down long enough to finish it. i haven't written anything either. i have this speech coming up in two weeks and i have no research done. it's embarassing cos mom is giving a talk too on the same day and she is all over her topic (the errands today were for her research). ugh. i need a purpose. i need to start working. i need shoes. third paycheck: will buy shoes.

oh. guess who im'ed me the other day. the man himself, the one and only, T. "this consitutes as a phone call," he wrote. we didn't talk much; he's working crazy hours. i wanted to tell him about my run in with LS so that we can both have a laugh at it. gosh, i miss that man. i miss our conversations; the advice he's given me... well, at least i know he's alive.

i just want to say BIG up to onye... you go! with grad school. i'm feeling indifferent about it all, which i know is only because i'm sitting on my butt in front of this computer and not working. i need to get back into the groove.

ok. you can go. my crappy entry is over. bye. goodnight.

peace.