Don't know why I go walking at night, but now I'm tired and I don't wanna walk anymore

My stomach hurts and I don't want to do anything. All the creative has drained out of me, and most of the energy. I fall asleep as soon as I come home from work, and wake up in the small hours worrying about grades and bills and dentistry. I've been reading a lot, four books since Sunday afternoon, plus the twelve hours of work I put in since then, but even that is losing its charm. I don't like the characters in the books I'm reading, but I don't know if it's characterization or just misanthropy on my part. Been playing Civilization and watching television. Got a new African Violet, I do like that. A riot of crinkle-edged white and lavender flowers. I should take a picture. Mike is good, he's been doing laundry and washing dishes while I work. He's going to get a job soon, I'm sure. I wonder if I'm going to pass all my classes. I wonder if I should quit my job. I better get going now, though, miles to go before I sleep.