So, you want to see what spring looks like from where I am?

That's the view out my front window. Part of it.

I don't know what I want today. I want Will to call me, that cretin. Days feel like weeks when you're waiting by the phone, or checking messages the minute you get home. I feel like I've spent a substantial chunk of my life waiting for someone or other to call.

Last night Jeff called me and I read Garrison Keillor to him over the phone, and he liked it. A lot. He understood why We Are Still Married lives next to my bed and why I read something from it almost every night before I go to sleep. I thanked him for letting me read to him and he seemed shocked. I remembered then that Jeff has always liked it when I've read things to him. He's so easy to talk to now. He's kind-of-dating (everyone seems to be kind-of-dating people these days) a girl named Beth who's moving to Dayton. "I'm datin' a girl in Dayton," Jeff told me.

"Oh, are you guys dating now?" I asked, examining myself for traces of jealousy and finding, honestly, none.

"I don't know, where do you want to draw the line?" Jeff said. "We kiss a lot."

Curtis has a friend from Simon's Rock who knows Sophie. I want to know Sophie. 's not fair. Pout.

What am I going to do with myself? I feel like I have no goals of my own. I have obligations and then I have things I do when I'm not fulfilling obligations. School, work at the station, paying bills: obligations. ER (a rerun of which is on right now... I should go watch it), Bejeweled, sitting around with housemates, meals out with Ronda and Jenny: things I do to kill time. Where's my drive? The only thing I can think of that I do for myself that's at all productive is designing new diary layouts, which I would do all the damn time if I didn't (a) think my current layout was cool, and (b) think that changing layouts too often is kind of annoying. So if anyone would like a diary layout done... I know this sort of self-promotion makes me look like either a Squibnocket- or Outbox-clone or just an idiot... I'll probably do it. I love playing with graphics and fonts and spacing. Just email me.

I guess I'll go watch ER. I have to meet with my advis(er/or) (I never know how to spell that) at 11, but I can watch over an hour of ER before then. I know I'm not the only person in the world who loves this show, so I only feel a little bit stupid. At least I got over my addiction to A Makeover Story... and, except for one episode of Iron Chef, I haven't watched the Food Network in weeks.