It's profoundly strange how stupid trivial little things, specifically the friendly smile from the woman behind the counter at the snack bar, can shift my thoughts from, and sadly I'm not being dramatic here, planning the best way to kill myself to feeling rather good about life, the universe and everything. Yes, I know, I'm obsessed with that line, but you have to admit it has that kind of ring to it that makes you want to use it wherever you can.

Anyway, I think I figured out a simple way to keep me going through this horrible dull thing called life, as it were. Make a to-do list with everything I want to do before I die. So there'll be no digging-sharp-nasty-looking things into my wrists or dragging scissors across any part of my skin. Although I can't make any promises about the latter. I might need it to keep going at extreme lows. Sort of as a last resort though.

Sounds simple enough, doesn't it? Now there's that tricky thing of following through. I'm starting with something simple though. Get to class on time tomorrow and actually do some bloody work on this assignment I have to turn in on Friday.

On a completely unrelated note. I finished my book. In the end everybody dies and the Earth explodes. Again. Although a fitting end, it was a bit of an anticlimax to be honest.

On another completely unrelated note. The roommate from hell has finally moved out. I didn't think she would, but I guess I was wrong. Even better, there will be no new roommates, because our landlord got into some legal nastyness. So it's only me and LR and for the moment, her American boyfriend as well. They're both great people so all is well in the house. Plus, there's a good chance we can use the vacant rooms. I could move into a bigger room, but I'm not sure if I want to though.

Hm, if I want to get to class on time I should really go to sleep now. Guess I will.