sunday is going to be a total waste.

My head feels really full. I'm oddly, because it never really happens, full of energy. I have lots of ideas. I'm in the middle of two huge projects, but I'm not working on either of them this afternoon. I wish I still had a yard. If I did, I think I'd go outside and run laps around it.

My parents were here for a week. They'll have been gone a week tomorrow. The apartment still feels empty. On Friday I thought I saw their car.

I need something to do. Right. Now.