Right when I wake up, I always look rumpled but cute. I know because I pass the mirror on my way to the bathroom. Then, for the rest of the day, no matter what I do, I can't get back to looking as cute as I did right when I woke up.

It is quite frustrating.

Also frustrating is the fact that my wrist is bad again. Tendinitis. I've had it since senior year of high school, but it's been dormant for about a year and a half. Now it's acting up again. I probably shouldn't type now, as I have a 5- to 7-page paper to write later today, but I'm so sick of not being able to write here and not being able to write email. Bah.

I am also sick of being completely unable to sleep in, no matter what I do.

Went to see Dave Matthews Band last night, right here in Charlottesville. That's home for them -- they met here at U.Va. -- but they hadn't played here since 1995, I think. It was terrific. They opened with "Two Step," which is my favorite song of theirs... and then there was the duet that Dave did with Neil Young (who had opened the show). Dave Matthews + Neil Young + "All Along the Watchtower" + 40,000 screaming fans = positively electric. It was great.

And I got to go for free, which was the best part. Ah, the perks of working at a cool radio station.

I'm going to visit Curtis next month, which, as he said in his diary, will probably either be very good or very bad. I hadn't really thought about it that way. I'm thinking good. I feel... a lot more emotionally ready to visit him than I did last time. But of course I can't know what's going to happen. I guess that's part of why I'm going... to see what will happen.

Thanks to Priceline, however, I have a flight that leaves Seattle at 6:49 a.m. I don't even want to think about when I'm going to have to get up that morning. Maybe I just won't sleep.

I really do not feel like working on the Macbeth paper. I was all set to write it yesterday... then Mike called and told me there were tickets for the Dave show, and I could go. That ate my entire evening. So now... well, I just have to do it. There's basketball on TV at noon. I can see what I can get done before then.

If John hadn't broken my coffeepot, I'd be at least slightly more optimistic about the prospect.

Yawn. My body's falling apart. It does that sometimes. I'd better stop before the evil nerve in my arm gets worse.