I suppose I could delve into my subconsious and start talking about something truly profound... like... how I've been sitting in this exact place, for 30 days, trying to come up with anything to say. I could prattle on about how I miss those random human interactions with strangers at the mall, on the street, anywhere other than here. I could compare and contrast I could be melancholy and complain (but I spend most of my day doing that any way). It wouldn't do any good anyway.

I keep feeling like I should be doing more with my time, and yet I feel like there's either nothing to do or I just don't have the willingness to do it.

Being stuck here for so long is really getting to me. I keep thinking how it's only 7 more days until I get my walking cast. But I won't be training for the olympics any time soon. My dad doesn't even think I'll be able to do the stairs for a while. This is a little discouraging.

I feel bad enough that Skim is forced to share her room because of me. She's taken to sleeping down in my room to have a little privacy. I'd like to give her room back as soon as possible. To be honest, I'd really like to get back to my room too. (Not that it would change much.)

It also doesn't help that I've now got the attention span of a flea. So even when something cool does happen, I forget about it and get distracted before I can write about it.

Speaking of which, it's now taken me over an hour to write this entry because the cat was staring at me and I had to chase him out of the room. Then I had to get a drink. Then I answered the phone. Then I started talking to Jess online.... I guess my days are pretty full after all.