If today is any indication of what I can expect in the future, I'm not going to take very kindly to summer vacation. For some reason the shift from being completely stressed out to having not a care in the world bothers more than the actual surplus of stress. Maybe I just think too much.

I haven't done anything today. And by nothing I mean absolutely nothing. I feel like I should read, but it's too early to read for classes next week. I feel like I should write news stories but, well, I don't have the information I need. I could try to get that information but I'm too lazy to make more dreaded phone calls. My morning classes were even cancelled this morning, leading to maximum slackerness.

All I want is to drink orange julius and watch TV. So why does that feel so damn BORING?