I close my eyes, and I smile knowing that everything is all right.

A good friend of mine started one of these, and I thought, "Why not?" It will help cure my boredom.

I'm home for the summer. I left my home and my life in San Marky on Sunday, and it sucks to say the least. I miss my real home, my town, my school, my friends, my dog, Scrabble, and late nights of Will&Grace and Sex and the City. I miss you.

On a more positive note, I start work tomorrow at 5 P.M. That should help ... I guess. At least I'll have some cash-flow. I despise money, but it's good to have.

I've never been much of a blogger, so don't expect these entries to be very long. It's late. 817 games of solitaire and 116 songs on Jason Mraz Radio (Thank you, Pandora) later, I'm finally sleepy. The sad thing is it's 2 A.M. Is that normal? To not get tired until 2 A.M.? (and sometimes 3 or 4.) I've been having trouble sleeping. Perhaps some Tylenol P.M. would help my little problem... Blah.

Again, it's late.

I'll write more later. Which probably means tomorrow, because I'll be bored out of my mind. :)