I'm not dead.

Places I've slept over the past two weeks:
* My desk
* My couch
* A chair in the living room
* My office desk

Places I haven't slept over the past two weeks:
* My bed, like a normal person.

Hm, something seems wrong.

God, it's cold.

Even my apartment is freezing. I'm walking around with about five blankets over my shoulders. I look ridiculous.

[[OOC: Apologies for inactivity! Life caught up with me for awhile there. But I've smacked it up and put it in its place for the time being.]]

The greenhouse here is absolutely awful. Who left it this way? Nothing's been cut back, everything is just growing wherever it damn well pleases. I'm going to have to spend all day fixing this place up before the class begins.

EDIT: I don't even know what half of these are. I think that one just tried to have sex with me.

Alone, on the moon, with a stupid journal. What is my life coming to?

Just when we were making such progress, too.

Why am I doing this?