I feel cold.

Literally and figuratively speaking. *sighs* I just want to find someplace warm to curl up where no one can find me until I want them to... If I want them to, ever. Ahh yes, the escapist speaks... I just don't have the energy or will to deal with life and people sometimes. No matter what I do, it's the wrong thing... Of course, some things I know are stupid from the start. (Like not reading King Lear. At all. THAT was stupid. But I digress.)

As soon as I'm done typing up and printing this sociology paper/checklist thingy, I'm going to go hide under my covers from the world until tomorrow morning.

There are things I don't find out until it's too late; now I'm stuck with it. Ah well. Off to bed to hide... my last safe haven.