I’m watching M.A.S.H. My chest hurts. Bronchitis again? Maybe. My show sucks, but I can’t stop making it, and I don’t think I care, but I also think I should care. It’s maddening! I want to quit my job and move away to a place where nobody knows me, but I want to take my friends so I don’t get lonely. I just want to live by the beach with my boyfriend and my dog. One more semester and I’ve got no more obligations to the American status quo. Fuck this country anyway.