Okay, so I'm actually back again like I said I'd be. That almost never happens. Anyway, it's about 2am, but I've become properly noctural to the extent that while I'm tired, I've still got about two hours before my bedtime. I'm not going to class tomorrow. I just can't care about the Chairs for another day. I want to read Tom Stoppard and Beckett and Ionesco, but just think about them and not have to do fucking playwriting exercises. I hate feeling guilty for being in that class and taking up space and I hate feeling like I'm awful at playwriting, which is true, but not something I need to torture myself with. I do have creative writing that I'd like to work on and polish, but not any plays. Anyway....I keep getting distracted by the internet. I haven't actually been doing work for hours now. Fuck. I just want to eat something delicious, but I don't want to open the tastycakes yet. I don't want to go to sleep. I don't want to do anything. I'll make some ramen and sort of do some work and then go to sleep. And not go to class tomorrow. But will do work and also take off some time to do some projects like see if my sewing machine still works after I knocked it off a desk. If it doesn't I think I could try to ask the sewing machine folks in the machine shop. They might know how they work and how to fix them. During spring break I'm going to go to every fucking thrift store in NYC and get myself a whole new wardrobe that I'm really excited about.