My roommate is out of town for the second weekend in a row. I don't like it when she's gone. Luckily Shauna was in town last weekend, so that helped as she is fantastic to hang out with. But this weekend I am all alone at home & I very much don't like it. I feel like doing something or talking to someone but nothing I can do by myself sounds particularly fun and if I continue to talk to my teddy bear I'm pretty sure he's gonna call the guys in the white coats . . . again. (Sidenote: this is not true. I don't talk to my teddy bear . . . anymore. Seriously though I don't & never did. I'm not crazy just super bored.) Anyway, I don't really have anything to say. Try as I might over the past 18 days nothing seems worthwhile enough to post up here. This doesn't either, but hopefully it is enough to appease the masses for a bit. I am sorry if you are bored and this is one of your only forms of entertainment. I understand really, few things are as entertaining as myself, but I simply cannot live up to your expectations right now. It's not that I don't want to, but nothing seems to want to spill forth from my brain and flow down to the keyboard through my fingertips to the gleeful eyes of an antsy audience. I apologize. It's simply not happening right now.