Lists, and listless harm.

I miss my family, and I'm sitting here, with a pad and pen, watching Friends, trying not to get distracted, but of course, I can't even sleep without getting distracted, because that is what I do lately I guess. I came up with an extensive list of things that I need to do. Actually, I came up with three extensive lists. One: short term , two: long term, and three: birthday.

They were somewhat successful, and I think being alone gives me a lot of time to think. I did a lot of research on MFA screenwriting programs, because, when it boils down to it, I think I'd rather have a day job that I can actually stand, and these programs are just so unbelievable, that I just can't help but want to apply to. If I can't get a thing going with music in the next year (which is my first goal) I'm going to end up going to get my Masters. I have to.

Lists are turning out to be a good thing, even when I put stupid things like Laundry on them. As well as appointments with various people. So far I have to make appointments with: my hairdresser, gyno, dermatologist, and my psychologist. Hm. TMI? Sorry about that.

Do I miss England you ask? A little. I miss my friends more I think. How am I going to sleep tonight? Too many questions, why can't my mind just be quiet for once.

There is something comforting about watching endless episodes of friends on my own couch. I love home. I'd never leave if I didn't have to.