the day breaks, your mind aches...

Okay, so I took a nap and ate a ham-and-cheese sandwich and talked to Harry and felt a bit better, although I still feel weary and ignorant.

Renata and Elena went to get their books signed by Cynthia Lennon, John's first wife. I gave Renata my wristband (she didn't have one), so I'm staying home and doing my acid rain lab, which was due monday, and hoping Blake doesn't kill me over it.

I officially quit being a vegitarian last weekend for several reasons. One being that my doctor told me two, and the others being that I felt like I was doing it more to resist my family than to save animal's lives, which wasn't at all how I'd felt in the beginning. I also felt kind of pathetic being half-vegitarian, and going the full way wasn't an option in my house, so I doubt I did much good anyway, even though I kept it up for four-plus years. I kind of miss it, though. I don't find myself hungry for meat, and besides, it used to be something I liked about myself, something I was proud of in my own quiet way, and I feel like some kind of traitor.

I've also been thinking about cutting my hair short later in the year. It's a gamble, though, and last time I did it I hated it, so I think I'll hold of for a little while.

They say that women cut their hair short when they're having an emotional crisis, whether they know it or not. In retrospect, that was certainly true of me last time I cut it; am I just breaking down a little and going crazy? I don't want to do anything I'll regret later, and growing my hair back would take a while.

I'm still in a kind of disagreeable (sp?) mood, and I don't know why. I'm going to call Harry and maybe try to find something to eat before I do the lab.

Ugh. Boring post. Waste of a good title. Sorry.