Sometimes I wish I could curl up and sleep for a week.

It's too cold.

I lack the motivation, inspiration and I dunno, something else ending with "ation"... IMAGINATION... to do anything.

But then again, I'm bored. I want to do something. I want to go out and dance and drink. I want to cut off all my hair and spend all my money.

Well, actually, I think I might have accomplished the spending of the money.

I feel restless.