December 6, 2002
Happiness does not help my writing at all. When I am sad I can write and write and write but I can’t now. I am happy. It is nearly Christmas and in three hours I am going to the mall for a bit of a lark with Christina and so I have nothing to write about. I haven’t had anything to say for a while, which is why I am going to backdate this entry. This is entirely idiotic, this entry, but don’t hold it against me. I’m in a good mood and I can’t write in a good mood.