I hate days that are so extremely boring- because I think of the quote 'There are no boring days, just boring people.' I don't want to be boring. I just think I am going through college life withdrawal. I hate living in this town and having such limits on entertainment. I can't sit still lately so that limits my time spent watching TV or movies- so when I am feeling the urge to move I walk outside or I dance in the basement. I need a new hobby- something to keep me busy during the evening. The only way to describe my mindset is that it is like my grandma when she first had her stroke and obtained a Alzheimer like dementia. I took care of her for a month one summer when I was 19 and it was still unclear what had happened to her. She would get up and walk all day. She would always describe herself as 'ansy'. She lost all interest in things that had given her pleasure before- and all that she could think about is walking. That is how I feel today- just TODAY- don't worry about me too much I'm not going crazy.

It was a weird day waking up and finding out that John Ritter had died- I don't know why- but it was just surreal. I just thought not Jack Tripper! Not that I have watched more than 8 episodes in my lifetime of Three's Company, but... I think I thought it was part of a dream- because I was all groggy when I found out. The Johnny Cash death wasn't a surprise to anyone- not that 71 is so old, but he really looked sick. But I have nothing to say other than how boring I am and I shouldn't keep saying that or else you can add whiney to the list.