So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left. I know that I can find the fire in your eyes. I'm going all the way. Get away. Please. . .

I watched the premiere of America's Next Top Model on its second run and I took notes so I can write everyone a fabulous recap. Since it was two hours long, it'll take me a little while to compile my notes into a coherant recap, but I'll try to get it finished before this Wednesday's episode. It's at times like this I really wish I had TiVo. Or a DVR. I'm going to have to tape the episodes in order to recap them, because it's truly exhausting taking notes while the episode is on. Now I have to just hope that that time my VCR ate my tape was just a fluke and I can actually still use it.

I have a list, an actual list of things I wanted to talk about in my next entry, but I don't feel like talking about any of them. I feel compelled to write, but I don't know what to write about, despite having several things I could talk about. I'm just really, really worn out. Emotionally, mentally exhausted. I've been thinking about what's going to happen when I do leave this place. I love it here. I really do. It makes me sad to think about leaving.

And yet, I know that I'm not going to live here forever. And I know I need to get out one of these days, because my job is killing me and there's just a lot I need to get away from.

I was randomly driving around, as I do when I'm feeling restless, and I had one of those random thoughts that I sometimes wonder if anyone besides me has. I was thinking about speedometers and I started to wonder exactly how the speedometer was invented. I mean, did someone make a mile marker and then drive at a certain speed and see how long it took them to get to the marker and then mark that speed as a certain number of miles per hour? And how do they actually know that if you floor the pedal to 120 that it'll actually take you 120 miles in an hour. Did someone drive 120 mph to test the theory? I contemplated that for quite a while.

I'm kind of stressed out for no reason and I'm going to go to bed and not sleep. I'll be more interesting (hopefully) tomorrow, or whenever I decide to write again.