Home again

[fictional]

I am back. And depressed. And feeling extremely anti-social and unpeople-y. Which is probably good because I have so much writing to do and not nearly enough time. Although, having enough time does not seem to affect me, except adversely, seeing as how the leisure of it tends to leave me endlessly refreshing LJ and my email, or playing endless rounds of solitaire and virtual pinball.

None of this is unexpected or particularly interesting. I'll try and fix that after I hand in my various papers.

Comments

[calloocallay.livejournal.com]

How can you be feeling anti-social when I want to hear all about your trip and what you read on the plane? This is totally unfair.