I can't find a place, so Mike and I are prolly gonna wind up back in the hotel.
hmmm. I'm sure we'll figure it out.
I can't sleep. I don't mind the hotel, in fact it isn't really that bad. I just can't shake this feeling that I'm a failure.
I'm tired, I miss having a roomate, and I'm not sure what to do.
I know I should be like Harold and say 'never say die' but I really feel like a loser. I can't even keep things together. And I miss everyone. It feels like the only people I see anymore only want things from me. It's a very lonely feeling.
I really feel awful.