I'm going to San Jose again tonight.

I am so unmotivated. I intended to clean the house (that's a relative term when we are referring to this house) and be packed last night. But mostly I fooled around and watched television. I can say it's the stress but it isn't really. I have these times more often than not, it seems. I think that my basic nature is "slacker" but that I fight it.

My sis Karol is there now, which is great. It's good that we are spreading ourselves through the days. She said Mike seemed even weaker today. It's hard to know, though.