Hm, well.

I'm lazy and in denial. I'm sitting in front of the TV, watching Ace of Cakes, at 9:57am. I'm not even trying to think that I'm driving back to Northridge tomorrow. It's like that feeling I used to get when I would spend a week in San Francisco, then I would have to travel back to reality. It feels so weird. I haven't touched my clothes or things to be packed. Ace of Cakes just isn't cutting it, so I put on my favorite songs and have now caught myself organizing my music folder for the time being. Maybe by noon I'll start packing.