An overwhelming malaise. I've got a lot of work to do, for school and otherwise, and I've got no motivation to do it.

It's really just the necessity of considering my future that's got me down, I think. For the first time, I have no readymade narrative, no overriding dream like the quixotic authorship thing that led me to college in the first place.

Instead, I have two equally interesting and pressing alternatives: grad school and an eventual professorship, or a career in copy-editing, something I've never studied formally.

And there's also the peripheral (at least, right now) future stuff: the where and what and who. I don't have those answers yet either. God.

Went to the V.R. tonight for the weekly Monday night "study session." That was somewhat enjoyable. Otherwise? My roommates are just as busy as I should be, I've seen all the various episodes on my computer to death, and most everyone who plays Halo 2 on this campus is an ass. Though that could just be a side effect of those Xbox headsets.