I'm not dead. At least, I don't think so. Always so hard to tell, really.

I need to go back to school. I'm losing track of important things, like energy and days of the week. I'm suspended in apathy. Even more so than usual.

I have baked. I have not read the fifth Harry Potter. I have rubber-necked at a poster advertising Metallica in concert for late January.

I once said I'd sell vital organs for the chance to see them in concert. I wonder if they'd accept Mastercard instead.