Martini Night was fruitful…I always like places that play cool jazz and make you feel like you aren’t yourself. Places you can relax and let your mind fall away from all of the trials of the day. Trials that have stripped you of all of your energy and patience. Not to mention, the bartender was kind of cute.

I am procrastinating again on the homework thing. I just don’t want to do it. The time that I have available to do it seems so valuable right now. I can’t be bothered with History papers and medical terminology. I don’t know that I have stressed enough how much I hate history classes. I really hate them. I have successfully avoided them for years until now. My limit for staying awake during a lecture is now fifteen minutes. And not even because I set out to fall asleep, just…I can’t help it, seriously, the minute the lecturer starts talking, my head becomes so heavy and my eyelids just droop…it is terrible. I might have History induced narcolepsy. I should see someone about this.

My friend Mags called from Italy last night. It was good to hear from her. She is in the Navy and just got sent there to live for three years. I can’t imagine going somewhere like that for three years. All alone. I don’t know what I would do. Although, part of me thinks it would be a pretty cool set up (aside from the whole military thing, which I would never do). The other part of me thinks that I might end up freaking out. I dunno. A lot of my friends have moved this past year without knowing anyone in the new place. I have to wonder if I could handle being all alone in a strange place. I guess there’s only one way to find out.

Stuck-in-my-head Song of the Day: Fear-Sarah McLachlin