I think my running wheel of imagination is in stasis. i guess the gerbil is on strike.

Maybe it's the sun? Maybe to be wanting to write I need the absolute misery of winter. The cold, harsh winter.

Mostly the need to bitch and moan has been prevalant.

My dear sister is recieving the exact same GPA as I, but is getting privleges I am not.

For example, she is now in driving school and has her permit. Not for me.

I can kid around and say that my excuse is that I am eco-frinedlier by taking the bus.

Not very convincing.