Serious case of the blahs going on one week. Watching a lot of 6th and 7th season West Wing, wishing I could either be CJ or marry CJ. Is that strange? Yes I think it is. Meanwhile, I am watching my deadlines as they whiz by. Motivation has gone down the tubes. Plus my roommate is having continual crying fits today and the walls are thin. There's really something to be said for pulling a Tobias Funke and crying in your nevernude shorts in the shower, with a facecloth in your mouth so nobody will hear you. Plus the conditioner will help your self-esteem.

I am actually a terrible person.

Nonetheless, the end is in sight. There is a summer sublet with potential. And Marley and Me was better than expected. So that's something.