"exactly!" can sound a lot like "hey, jackie!"

i'm bored lately. nothing seems to appeal to me all that much. i make up lists of things i can do, and then i don't want to do anything. i'm irritated by work. i get tired easily. i don't want to just lay around, but that's all i seem good at. maybe it's the weather; everything is so grey and cold and kind of dirty-looking.

i'm not proud of it, but i'll probably read amber frey's book. i used to devour books like this in shameful privacy behind drawn curtains all the time. amy fisher's tell-all? fascinating.

perhaps having a career in ghost-writing would be the way to go.