I was all productive this morning, doing laundry, vacuuming, and grocery shopping, and then I just kind of stopped. That happens a lot on weekends. It hits mid-afternoon, and I run out of steam and just sit down and watch TV the rest of the day. I look forward to Patrick being here--he won't let me sit and watch TV all day (partially because there's only one comfy chair in my room so we can't both be comfortable at once).
Much like last year, my hall went out for dinner tonight. At first, I was going to go, but I was kind of dreading it (okay, that's too strong a word, but I was spending too much time worrying about it and no time looking forward to it), so I didn't go. I don't like how I've become all un-social since arriving in Boston. I mean, I've never been super-social, but I definitely used to be more outgoing than I am now. I hope this change is reversible...I don't want to be a hermit forever. It's just so much work going out with other people, and so easy to sit in my room by myself. I'm kind of pathetic, huh?