This afternoon Jessi From Downstairs called me on a miscellaneous matter and, as one does, asked me how my day was going; I said "shitty" or something along those lines, causing her to note that that's pretty much been my default answer every time she's asked me that question on a workday since about the beginning of July. Yep: life is teh suck. Oddly enough, I don't even think I'm in a bad mood. On the whole, although there have certainly been a few downturns here and there, I think I'm in pretty positive spirits about everything generally, or am at least keeping my sense of humour intact about the whole thing. I just think my life is a bad situation on the whole right now, and that's neither the end of the world nor the best thing ever. It's just the way it is. When someone asks me about it, I generally don't feel the need to make the pretty smiley face (it looks like this: ) and pretend that something else is true. As per the usual, I suck at the pretense. My answer is: I'm burned out. I'm burned out at work, I'm burned out on the majority of my various sidelines, I'm burned out on dating, I'm burned out on the big stupid "where is my life going" question generally, I'm burned out on family Christmasses in Toronto, I'm burned out on missing people who were never even here to begin with, I'm even burned out on it being summer. I'm not burned out on every single thing ever, but I'm burned out on the majority. As the Terminator once so memorably quipped, I need a vacation. Thank Jebus: I'm getting one soon. And believe me, it really will make things better. A vacation, a birthday, a Hermione Granger somethingorother and I'll be back to new. Promise.

I just got a letter from Becky Jo Wood: remember her? She's at camp, for what (if memory serves) is the very last time. So I guess this is the very last letter from camp. I read it on the way over to the Starbucks just now and Matty Price will be here in a bit to record tonight's Mamo. I forgot to do the prework, but I'll get by. In the meantime I'm about six pages into my assignments on Terra and I think I can squeeze out another page or two before he shows, so I'll hop to that. The coffee's kicking in. I've got a book to read and the music doesn't suck. I'm okay with it, honestly. I'm past bemoaning every single windless day.