**shiver**

Why oh why did I ever think that being a tortured artist type would be fun?

Yup, it's after 3. Yup, I'm still finishing up some homework. Also, my room is freezing. I keep trying to get my damned window to shut, but it's drafty as hell and, to top it all off, my heater doesn't seem to want to turn on. It wouldn't bug me so much, except that there's the whole pipes freezing thing that I really REALLY don't want to have happen. Oh, also, I kinda like not having to wear layers indoors. Really, I do.

Fuck, I'm tired... And I've got reactions to write for the three fiction stories. Hell, I'm just happy I got my piece finished, even if I think the ending does suck horribly. I'm happy with the first 9 pages or so, though. I just wish I was as good at finishing stories as I am at starting them.

Also, since I'm already bitching about everything else... I either need to find a boyfriend, or I need to stop being so empathetic to people when they're talking about their significant others. Cuz when I empathize, I realize just how much I want to be in love, too. Idealistically, I'm a hopeless romantic. Realistically... boys don't like me. And when I like one, I subconsciously do my level best to keep him at arms' length, or drive him away completely. It's not good.

Yes, I'm going to go finish my homework now. According to my weatherbug thingy, it's not freezing outside, but I'm shivering anyway. Damn drafty window... damn worthless heater... Bah!