well, i feel much better after crying to my mom on my cell phone as i drove down the freeway in the rain. near-death experiences coupled with near-nervous-breakdown experiences will do that to you, i suppose. actually, i exaggerate; i was just worried about studying and working and money and how i’m going to make all those things work and sleep and eat, without having the ability to beam myself places. but it’s better now, thank you very much!

in fact, everything is better. i’ve quit counting the hours and minutes as they pass, which i used to do every day from eight to five. now things are just zipping right along. pleasant hours spent writing, listening to (or bitching self-righteously under my breath about) discussions in class, and reading this until i finish and fall asleep on the futon, are not to be counted. i never thought i’d say this, but yay school! let’s hear it for the english department! i am cut out for college!

and i’ve written just the first part of a short story, which stops abruptly because i ran out of ideas. no doubt when i turn it in and my creative writing class reads it, they will want to throw things at me because i stopped writing it just as it got interesting. ha!

this is so cool. the idea of luminous people sounds like it would make a great story…