As I lay in bed right now... laptop in lap... I realize something profound. I don't want to get up. I want to just stay here in my warm bed. But then I realize in order for me to see my boyfriend again, I'll need to get up. I must get up. I MUST. Oh well. That was my motovational thinking for the day. Maybe I will go to Half Moon Bay and visit the love of my life. Maybe.

OK, who the HELL downvotes a bloody daylog? Come ON people! What is the point of it? You might at least as well /msg about why you think my life sucks so much.