I'm really sleepy right now, and I have to get up early to-morrow.
And yet . . . I'd vaguely planned to get a lot of stuff done to-night, but now it looks like I won't. Just like last night and the night before and etc. (not to mention the days).
I feel like such a slug.
That's it! To-morrow, it all stops, it does. I'm gonna do shit, I am!
Trisa and I are supposed to go to Balboa Park. I'll try to talk her into going to read/write/study for awhile at Starbucks, before or after.
I gotta do some stuff soon before I go completely pla-ploookada!