I'm taking some time for myself. I'm not going to class today, I'm not doing much of anything. I'm waking up, getting work done, going to work, and going to sleep.

I went to Panera today. I don't usually go to Panera. I would have preferred to go to Starbucks, but I can't go back there because I'm wearing the same clothes that I wore there last night and I wouldn't want any of the Starbucks employees to think I'm weird or something. Assuming they even remember me. They probably don't. I only have 55 cents left on my giftcard anyway.

I went to the library today. I know that wasn't on the list I just laid out for you, but I'm filing it under "getting work done" and forgetting about it. I got Obama's "Audacity of Hope." My mom got if for my as a Christmas gift last year and I returned it. Just the title, "Audacity of Hope," is too much of a glittering generality for me. I almost want to throw up in creative writing-disgust just trying to wrap my mind around the nothing that it is. But now that he's the president-elect and I've heard good things about his writing, I'm going to give it a chance.

I also got "Click." It's about the Internet and what our searches reveal about us. Scary. It seems interesting—at least, to me it does—and I figured I could feature it in a book review for Fisher Ink. We need something to fill up space. We are currently contentless.

I have a broadcast script due tomorrow for my creative message design class. I started on it, but I'm actually afraid to look back on it because it's so terrible. I don't know how to write for the radio. I can write for print media—I'm actually really good at that. But I can't write for the radio or TV or anything like that. I guess I need to learn, and I guess there's no better way to learn than to make many many many mistakes on this assignment.

Speaking of my creative message design class, I saw my professor today in Derby. She was walking down the hallway where I was sitting waiting (wishing—sorry, had to go there) for my study to begin. The first time she passed, I didn't notice until it was too late and we didn't acknowledge each other. But when she came back, I was in a good position to notice. She said hi, I said hi. I'm glad she knows who I am. It's my favorite class, and I'm actually good at it. Plus I like her a lot. She'd be fun to talk to if we could both get past our inability to small-talk. We are awkward people.

I have work in an hour and a half. I'm not sure if I'm excited to go yet. I didn't have work yesterday—Veterans' Day—and I was so glad. Tuesdays are my worst days, and it was amazing to have nothing to do but wander the Short North. But today is Wednesday and I have to work 4-close. I guess some human interaction would do me good today. I don't really know if I'm up for it, but I gotta try.

I'm learning how to use Adobe InDesign. I want to be able to help out the design group of Fisher Ink in putting the magazine together. I have ideas and I like design. Especially when it involves typography. I'm still a bit obsessed with helvetica.

My taste in music is stabilizing. I remember when I would listen to Green Day exclusively. Ugh. I was such a tasteless child. But now I think I've found my taste epitomized in Damien Rice and The Alternate Routes and We The Living and MGMT and James Morrison. Okay, so maybe I'm still trying to find myself in the music, but I'm definitely getting closer. Damien Rice is up there for sure. For sure.

There's an open can of Red Bull that's been sitting next to my desk for weeks. I can only imagine that nast that lies (and, possibly, lives) within that can. I should probably clean my room.

I need to read more. I brought so many books from home and still haven't read any.

My roommate just walked in and I lost my train of thought. Adios.