I should never have mentioned that shawl in my last entry, because Josh read it, and as I was falling asleep he said: "I would have bought it for you, you know." Now I feel really guilty for talking about it, because it sounds like I was begging for someone to buy it for me. It wasn't supposed to sound like that at all. I was just annoyed that I had seen something nice while I am broke.

Enough talk about that. I went to sleep around 9:30 last night, and I fear that I'm going to keep doing that all summer and miss out on what little nightlife I had. It's just so easy to curl up in bed as the sun goes down, though. Then it's just a matter of minutes before I'm fast asleep. I almost fell asleep during a documentary on Stonehenge. That's bad, because I am usually really interested in it.

I don't know what I'm going to do today. I probably should take out resumes, but I'm saving that for Saturday, so I can drop them off all at once at the career fair.

Perhaps I'll sleep more today. I'm beginning to feel like Rip van Winkle.