I am perhaps a little too eager to see school start up again. My blog seems to become increasingly more boring as I have more free time. Why is it writers always like to have those odd vacation-type things where they will "finally" be able to write? I don't see how it works, because I always have an easier time of writing when I have other, more pressing things to do.

Erm.

Let me rephrase that: I write more and better when I shouldn't be.

As of now, I've begun a thousand entries for this update and can't choose or elaborate on one of them. And I started the next sentence after that one a thousand times before I just gave up and wrote this one.

So, imagine me sitting at my computer sniveling into my mindsay account and wishing desperately for a set routine of familiarity. An odd thing to be wishing for, I know, but I need it right now.

I shouldn't listen to trance, it feels like a thousand voices shouting at once, like a long, intense battle cry. But I'm only on the winning side for the first thirty seconds. After that it turns into a chilling, beating sort of chant that penetrates . . . *exhales*

nvm.