Okay, I'm moving out on my own for the first time on September 1. Finally going to start doing some things on my own. Yeah, sure it's scary. Life is scary. Anyway, so I've been packing for that. Yes, it's still two weeks away... well, technically, 13 days, but you get what I'm saying. I get the keys for the place on the 29th.

I'm going to be in the play I did in April (Lying in State) again this month, but this time it will be at a theater here in town. This will be on the 26th and 27th. We'll be rehearsing every day that week (22nd-26th).

I have an appointment with the college academic suspension committee on the 25th as well as a therapist appointment (appropriate, considering). School starts the 29th.

So, basically, this is going to be a busy week. This happens to me. I go through several days where there is absolutely nothing to do and I could die from boredom, then, everything goes into high speed and life becomes a blur. As an example: I have nothing to do tomorrow. Oh, well... I guess I can live with it... not necessary through it... but with it.