I have done next to nothing today, except laze around like the bum I am. I really should go running soon, but there's always the excuse that the haze is too thick to exercise. And it honestly is. The PSI is more than a hundred now. And I can't see the opposite apartments anymore. The gloomy weather is doing nothing to help my inertia man. I really, really, really hope it goes away soon.

And so today shall go down in my history as one of the singularly most-unaccomplished days I've ever had. I finished The Notebook in the span of two hours this morning, the words were so big. And then I wrote in my diary for awhile... read a whole load of quotes (I love those by the way, if you haven't already realised)... Tried doing an essay for Econs, but ended scribbling some sentences, and that was it. Read a few pages of Chaucer and ended up falling asleep on the sofa, and woke up with two numb legs. Yes. And I studied some pictures of Mussolini and the like when I was supposed to be reading about them......... I behave as if I have a lot of time left.

I am extremely miserable right now. I'm telling you, it's the haze.