19 April 2004 - 19:01

Everything is flat. I'm not exactly depressed. I'm not really stressed. I'm cold, although it's Florida in springtime, and I'm waiting.

It's not that I don't have plenty to do. I have plenty to do, more than I could do even with a reserve of enthusiasm. But there are no Deadlines looming.

I'm drifting in a narrowly defined space. Nothing hurts and everything aches. Studying genetics is the high point of my every day.

That is all.