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Dear Diary. Today I wasted several hours engrossed in threads that most would consider trivial, but to me, they were precious. I felt bad for people I barely know. Occasionally I tried to offer insight; more times than not I provided stale jokes and waited for the serenade. I considered rolling a ball of resin with my fingers but that's a nasty habit, so I placed a heating pad on my neck and clicked refresh, constantly. The phone rang but I was too afraid to answer it. I ate boiled brocolli and a power bar for lunch, washing it down with some cranberry spritzer from Trader Joe's. When my mom called I apologized for saying the room she painted hot yellow this weekend looked gay, even if it does. Tonight, when my roommate comes home and starts singing show tunes in his blue bathrobe--insisting that he met all these beautiful ladies this past weekend, I will lock myself in this studio and try to make art. Hopefully the Frank Jordan concert I saw Saturday will still bring inspiration. If that fails, I'll walk around the neighborhood, block after block, petting stray cats, watching others as they go through life so shiny and happy, until the crows sing.