I don't have much to do. I'm home alone, my desk sort of stinks, my cat's still asleep, I still have the same music and the same worries, same games and friends as always. I didn't have too much homework. I worked a little on a new Dungeons and Dragons campaign, then wrote a little, but stopped because I was starting to scare myself. I'm easily scared. Read my book, which is only ok. Watched "The Daily Show" and "The Colbert Report." They were ok too.

Today's my dad's birthday. He had too much to do today, so we're celebrating Saturday. So I'm writing this and listening to some Maroon 5. They've always been sort of dark, in my opinion.

I was in a really, really good mood over the weekend. I started tutoring a freshman in math on Friday, which seems to be going surprisingly well. The kid's pretty cool, I guess, and doesn't hate me yet. I also find out that I'm a semi-finalist in the UNC-CH Thomas Wolfe Creative Writing Scholarship, one of fourteen. They're selecting three finalists in March, and then narrowing it down to one. That one will get a full ride through college. Needless to say, I am extremely flattered. But then, after a couple days, I figured that thirteen other people got that same letter, and probably thought the same thing as I did, and I'm not that good a writer anyway. Oh well.

So something turned a little bit sour yesterday. I read a piece in Creative Writing, about death. I'm a little caught up, I guess. Almost ran out of gas - I'm continually terrified of running out of gas. That and not having the money to pay for something. And my monitor is buzzing at me again. And I'm going to sleep again in just a couple hours. I'm so tired of sleeping.

God. My monitor is bugging the hell outta me, so I'm gonna have to cut this short and get to another room. I just hope I'm not going crazy.