I have dialogues, I have scenes; I have backdrops, I have props; I have all the right words, all the right lines, all the right expressions, all the right gestures. I can make myself cry, laugh, laugh and cry, in a hundred different ways. Who can measure up to such fabricated illusions?

No one has.

I talked to a beautiful friend yesterday... she came over in the prettiest skirt (my roommate said it looks like the one Reese wore on Sweet Home Alabama). The only class I have ever had with this friend was cardio-kickboxing freshman year, but somehow, over the years, sporadic phone calls and get togethers are enough. She told me when she gets overwhelmed in life, she surrenders to God. I'm envious of such faith. I sat in bed this morning, after once again being attacked by my thoughts, and decided that I too, wish to surrender.

And so I have, and three non-interrupted hours on a Saturday morning were spent on my Chun Tao paper; I am rather proud of myself. I haven’t even taken a shower yet! My roomie is off to take her LSAT, I’m debating whether yogart and chocolate milk are enough to bring for her from lunch… maybe something salty is a good idea.

I’m happily bored, can’t you tell?