Nov 18, 2004 09:40
Tired. I stayed up too late playing Sims2. That game takes up an enormous amount of memory, but it's great.
I've been doubting myself a lot lately. . . I need to stop that, but so many people here are really talented. I kind of look at my work, look at their work, look back at my work, and think I'm not good enough. I'll work on that.
My side of the room is buried under stuff. I'm going to clean when I get home today. I have about 5 loads of laundry to do. I think our washer eats my socks. And underwear.
Kim is staying the night this weekend. That should be fun. . . maybe. I feel like we've really grown apart since I moved. That worries me.
I am writing a monster letter to Lisa, so I will go now.