It's interesting that now summer has started, I have found less of a need to write. Instead, my level of stress has gone down so dramatically, that I've been able to write less frequently, and actually maintain a better lifestyle and level of stress. The last few days have been busy, but not to busy to be stressful, and not dull enough that I've wanted to pull out of a few sheets of paper and start writing. Instead, I've waited for this opportunity where I could come back to the house, sit down while eating ice cream, burn a stick of incense, and enjoy the sweet pleasure of writing in the wee hours of the morning. Perhaps it's something in the darkness and calm of night that provokes my thought, but I find it easier to be more philosophical as the evening progresses.

A few hours went by, and I actually left this journal entry alone. I rarely do that - just get up and leave a journal entry in the process of writing, but a few other things got in the way. First of all, I checked my e-mail, and noticed my girlfriend had written my twice. I thought about her a lot today. I wrote her back with a 1,500 word letter, or something along those lines, and literally a minute after I'd sent the e-mail she coincidentally decided to call me from a payphone. It was really funny, but I enjoyed hearing her voice.

The last few days I haven't been able to sleep in my own bed, and looking at it now it's really appealing. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to get up and hoe some of the weeds down outside, and start working on the monster pile of the backyard. I'll talk about Ryan's party and Adam's house in the next entry tomorrow afternoon, which will be longer because I do have a few things on my mind. I sadly don't have the urge to write right now, because I just finished that huge entry to my girlfriend, and my fingers and eyes are actually a bit tired. Take care everyone.

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