September 25, 1998 5:37 p.m.

what a crappy day it is. i'm so unmotivated. i hate being this way. i never get anything done. i think i'm going out tonight. i guess that means i should do all those perfunctory things like shower and get dressed and brush my teeth and all that stuff i haven't done yet. geez! it's evening already and i've barely moved all day. now that's just pathetic. i've got to do something about this. um...would you pass the lithium please? thank you. you're beautiful.