Last night, I slept on my right hand. It went so numb that when I rolled over in my sleep and it touched my face, I thought a bat was attacking me. I literally jumped out of bed and panicked.

In other news, I shaved my head. Not THAT short, but pretty short.

Also, the Yankees won the World Series, and I don't understand why this makes me so angry. It's such an irrational hatred.

Remember, remember, the 5th of November

The gunpowder treason and plot

I can think of no reason

Why the gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot

Most of my relationships here lack depth. This is frustrating.

Halloween was fun though, I danced around Mass. Ave with no pants on. I was Tom Cruise in Risky Business (in that one scene). The costume required a good deal of courage, and fortunately that comes in liquid form.

Limbo limbo limbo. My life in limbo.

Am I staying here? Why should I get attached to anything here?

I should add that I am so thankful for everyone I love.

If I lost one of my parents, I don't think I could function. How can one human's existence depend so much on another's?

It's so weird to think about love from a biological perspective.

Things are getting better. Case in point: I just received a text that read "Daaaaaance!". My friend Anna. She's great.

As Lanny said, college isn't conducive to blogging. For most of my fellow bloggers in college, this is because they don't have any free time, they're caught up in the excitement of their new life.

For me, I just don't have anything interesting to post.

I hope this changes.