Unrest

Not the band, I mean, but I've been feeling antsy, impatient, guilty, all around uninspired, bored of summer classes, preoccupied from the guilt of not having done any reading (nevermind about getting any writing done). I'm tired. The weeks are passing by too quickly for me; one more week and it's my birthday. I wonder if I just dread celebrating it. I want more time to myself. I want change. I want to move again. Move on. Quit. I want to sit and watch films all day. I want to stop staring at my screen for a change. I want to stop thinking. I want to be able to write and not think. Now that's a thought. It's summer -- I just want some sleep. Why must I get up so early? I want to listen to records all day. I want to sit in the park. It's sunny outside -- why am I indoors? I want. A lot, apparently. Where is the time?