i would have thought that sleeping for 13 hours straight would make me happier, but now i just feel depressed and sluggish, cause i already wasted half the day without knowing it. when i waste time, i want to enjoy every minute of it, intentionally. oh well. too late now. i've got some thinking i need to do for school, deciding what to write for two papers in different classes, but i don't really feel like doing that now. don't feel like watching tv, sleeping, or doing anything else, either. i decree that today will be a blah day. so let it be written, so shall it be done.