ivyology | in this silence i believe

There is nothing interesting in my head today. I had breakfast with my father, and nearly had a coronary in my car on the way home, for reasons I don't even want to rehash (suffice to say I am clearly psychic, dreaming of vans that chase me). I went to Pier One and bought candles and lamented the fact that when I return to Smith, I won't be able to burn them. I mean, I could, but my paranoia never lets me. I can never appreciate it.

I feel jumpy, restless. Today is a day I want to end. I don't like Sundays. Never have. They're inevitably like this, slowly building towards a disappointing nothing.

Blah.