I've never been so unable to focus. I can't get myself to write the introduction to the book. I keep having brain farts..type something, delete it, type something else, delete it. Since when do I have a tough time writing about Mountain View? Ha. I wander away from my laptop (which I have deliberately unplugged from the internet) and to this computer where I sit here and busy myself with distractions such as this blog, itunes, myspace, friendster, and that other website.

I've never been so poor. I just realized this is the first summer since my sophomore year of *high school* that I haven't had some source of income to ease the pain on my wallet. And if there's any summer when I could have used the cash, this was it. I suddenly have a costly social life. Damn alcohol and gas! I'm going into the fall with the bleak prospect of living on $1000 a month, and that includes rent. So now in addition to finishing this book and starting grad school, I'm contemplating getting a part time job. Ack.

I've never been so restless. I can't quite describe this one. I feel like I'm missing out on something right now. Maybe it's a residual feeling from my not-so-distant past. It's the same type of feeling I used to get when I was at Saint Francis and knew everyone was at a party that I wasn't invited to. I keep telling myself that I'm working on it, I'm moving along just fine in my life and my goals. But I'm anxious and kinda lonely. I'm tired of being lonely.

I guess, I just can't wait for next week when I'll be back in Berkeley, when Lauren R. and Steph G. will be here from Minnesota, when I'll be surrounded by most of my friends again, going out, meeting new people and getting that excited-nervous feeling about starting grad school.