it's cold. well, as cold as it can be in texas. the kid is curled up on the couch watching spirited away with his eyebrows furrowed together. he keeps telling me it's creepy. yet he keeps watching it. he's funny.

just finished the bell jar. beautiful. going to the library to pick up the alchemist. i've decided to bury myself in books to keep my mind off of the fact that i am totally clueless as to what i want to do with my life. i figure if i engross myself in someone else's life, even if only fictional, i'll get ideas or at least be able to forget about mine. for a while at least.

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