Retrograde

I've had some time to think lately (8 hours in the car will do that), and for a few hours, I was feeling pretty darn good.

I like that Meg Ryan eats M&Ms in one scene of When Harry Met Sally.

I read a newspaper article about a new study that discovered that people who are getting over heartbreak exhibit the exact same brain patterns (in x-ray things) as people withdrawing from drug addictions.  It's time that I realize that this is NOT a special case - bajillions of people have felt this way too - just because I feel strongly about something, doesn't mean that I'm right, or that the world has to change because of what I think.  It's NOT going to.

My allergies, it seems, have only gotten worse.  After three weeks of constant itching and rubbing, my eyes are red, swollen, teary - basically a disaster.  I can't even wear my contacts.  My nose is stuffy, and my throat feels like it has hives all over it.  I know  that's gross (it's gross), but it's true - I just wish ragweed would disappear!

In other news, I'm still not motivated.  The few times I feel motivated seem to occur when I'm a million miles from my computer or other materials, and as soon as I return to them, the motivation disappears.  Tomorrow is going to be a long day.

"I'm not saying it didn't mean anything, I'm saying why does it have to mean everything?"  "Because it does, and you should know that better than anybody"