Just a flesh wound...

I HATE feeling like this. And I don't like complaining about feeling "depressed" because there are people who have it so much worse than I do. Sometimes I want to sit inside and do absolutely nothing and I have no drive to care. It really sucks.

I don't like being sad. I don't like acting like I'm not sad when I really am. I don't know why I'm writing this.

I really wish I could change some things... Blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Excitement time

My dad's next book is coming out at the end of the month. I probably won't read it... he never offered to let me look at the transcript. So whatev. Oh, it's about baseball, and it's non-fiction... so I mean, I wouldn't really be able to follow along with it.

He wrote this amazing screen play (or is it "screenplay") when I was in 7th grade. I thought it was a realllly good story, but it was too long so they couldn't do anything with it. I suggested he turn it into a book series, and he bluntly said no. I'm going to write it instead. woo.

And tomorrow - we drive to chicago. Sweeeeet.

I probably won't be able to fall asleep again tonight. "Benny" would solve problems, but he will kill me if I try and drive tomorrow. AHAH.

come on people...