I think I may have become extroverted without realizing it. I'm exhausted, blogger. Exhausted to the point of pain and apathy, burning eyes and aching muscles and a strong desire to sleep. And yet I want to be social, talk or something. I called Grace, I emailed people, and now I'm even blogging. How pathetic am I? I don't know; I'm too tired to answer questions. All I know is that the hum of the computer is as unsatisfying as the whir of the fridge or my anticipated running water. I'm happy for Vanessa, really, but all I can help thinking is "Another one bites the dust!" in expectation of the sudden drop of time spent with me, as happens whenever a friend gets a new relationship, whether it be a new significant other or just a frient with similar interests. But I'm a good friend, if not a gentleman, and so here, blogger, is the only place I will complain. In the "real" world, I'm as flaky as the rest of us.