The state of being vapid.

I have just completed the first leg of a vicious cycle. I went from bitter (mainly due to having to deal with short-tempered people), to extremely emotional [crying my entire commute home], to vapid. I'm currently in the vapid state. I can't hear a thing, thanks to my most blessed ear infection, and I'm trying to think of all the things Rachel Hirsch (who told me that she may be my Capstone advisor) would do to me tomorrow should I not be in C-block for my presentation. It all depends on when I'm able to book my doctor's appointment. I'm going to catch this thing early. Last time I waited until a fever of 102, causing me to miss a day of school. [I was craftily able to convince my father to let me attend school with a temp. of 100?. See what I go through just to be with you people? And you complain about the most mundane things. The world is not ending!]So I'm vapid. Vapid as a public school kid. It's rather disconcerting, actually. I'm trying to think of something amusing to say, but nothing comes to mind. I miss my little brother, who is away on a school trip in DC at the moment. I went in to say goodnight to him, and his bed was empty... the sight of empty beds scare me. I'm quite serious. Startling memories.I finished up all of my prints for photo today. I realized that all but one of my photos have children in them. When I grow up, I want to be four-years-old. I met a four-year-old at Bertucci's this evening. He came up to me, clutching a sacred fist-full of dough in one hand, telling me about how soft it was, and how fun it was to play with. His disillusioned mother than stole him away, muttering, "don't talk to those girls," adding a resentful "He's just four-years-old!" to me. He wasn't bothering me, he was adorable.And I'm vapid.Goo, this isn't working.~Jenn