Current location:	Toilet lid.
Current mood:	indifferent
Current music:	Burt Bacharach tunes from the sixties
Entry tags:	friends, personal ramblings, reading

Should
There are only so many times you can check in on me and see me wearing that same bloody outfit.

I have reached a hitherto unknown level of eventlessness. Seriously, nothing has happened this week. My stress has come to that place where I just sit and stare into space for hours on end, have the occasional nervous breakdown/cup of tea/online conversation, watch an episode or two of Six Feet Under and go to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat if necessary. Or, in my case, if at all possible. Why can't I just be super-human like everyone else?

'What brought this on?' you may ask. Well firstly, there's school. My finished assignments left me behind on my reading to such a degree that even picking up a book seems to demand about the same amount of energy as a marathon, and much more than, say, getting a facial. Secondly, my social life is leaving me with almost no time to read at all. Being around people all day who want to 'have a quick cuppa' has become an exhausting rather than an energising element, because seriously, campus is like a minefield of friends and acquaintances who you know you really should call more often, and you end up downing a ridiculous amount of coffee every day just for the sake of 'that's what friends do, isn't it?'

Of course I end up, as Carrie Bradshaw so sweetly put it, 'shoulding all over myself'. The result? A mind that won't function due to all the caffeine and not a chance in Hell of getting through a single chapter. I am seriously considering just becoming some sort of hermit recluse with no phone, no internet access and no front door, just to get away from it all. I know this is all a consequence of the wonderful world of modern technology that I simply have to learn to deal with, and I know I would probably go crazy without it. Right now, though, the whole '24-hour Lizzy-access' thing is freaking me out a bit.

Also, I'm no longer with the boy. Most of you know that, I'm sure some still don't. It wasn't dramatic, and it feels right this time (even though my mind keeps switching from 'Hooray! I'm free!' to 'Help! I'm going to die alone!' at an annoying rate). Besides, there's one leeetle detail: We're still living together. It's going well enough, but it is weird, and I don't think there are any self-help books written specifically for this kind of situation, telling me what to do. Understandably enough, as I imagine there's a rather limited market for that sort of thing.

In the wise words of Montt Mardié, 'Let's get away from it all': I'm going on a weekend trip to Bergen with Julie, PI and Heidi. Or at least we'll be sharing a car on the way over, because our reasons for going are not connected in any way. There's supposedly a small flood over on that side of the country these days, but if all else fails I might at least get to try the whole recluse thing on for size. If it fits (or if I drown), I may never come back.

Only problem now is which book to bring. Having failed to track down my copy of Please Kill Me, I bought a new one today, since I've been wanting to reread it for months now. Another option is The Redneck Manifesto, by Jim Goad, which I've borrowed from someone (and since I'm the type of girl who actually plans on returning things when words like borrow and give back are kicked about, I'm thinking this one will advance to the near-top of my list, if nothing else then for the sake of 'because it should'). I have a couple of half-finished ones lying around, but none of them appeal to me at the moment (Ladies and gentlemen, the most redundant sentence of the evening). I'll figure it out.

Now, though? Book. Bed. Bergen.