She's also spending some time on the islands, too much city madness gives her the blues...

I am bored and lonely. I hate work. I like having work, so I do my work, but I can feel my own personal banality rising hourly. Someone should talk to me. Mike is not around though, he is thesisizing. Sounds like a scholarly weight-loss program, doesn't it? I want to go home and go to sleep, or basically do anything that would make me less bored than I am right now. The fact that it's only one-thirty does not bode well.