I'm not feeling very well today, and for some reason I think yogurt will solve it. That's twice in a month. It doesn't help that we don't have any since it seems like every few times we do get it is goes bad quickly. And by bad, I mean fuzzy.

I can't tell them. My procrastination has gotten just that bad. It doesn't help that I keep having one problem after another when it comes to papers, and I have to admit what little passion I had for writing in my teens has dwindled until all I can write is these arcane entries and bursts of outrage.

It's just ridiculous how happy I am about seeing people, especially those I find myself wanting to see more often. It's much better than continuing my mission to merge with my bed while in front of the computer. Meeting new people or going somewhere new takes a backseat to catching up or letting loose everything that needs to be said. Conversation and shocking admissions are best left to the uncaring public so you can laugh about them with a friend afterwards.

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It seems like every long-term couple I know is split-up at the moment. And it always happens to someone every time winter is about to roll around. It's probably healthy to want time apart, temporarily or permanently. As much as we fetishize not being alone, we need it sometimes and society can shove the picture-perfect fantasies.

Boredom and becoming uncomfortably comfortable aren't spontaneous or done out of spite. They just are what they are.

Keith