I seem to be unhappy. I'm not really certain why; the closest thing I can pin down is that I've been living out of a suitcase for a week now, with a few days left. Not really staying anywhere long is wearing me down, I think.

I've also fallen into my old trap of feeling as if I don't know anything. I got in an argument yesterday where I was basically proven wrong after a few minutes, but it seemed as if the "discussion" continued forever after that. I don't know anything about NH, where I'm staying with nightskyre right now, and he's been hanging out with his best friend. Not that there's anything wrong with this, but they have so much in common they can talk about, while I listen and feel like I can't belong.

I just want to get home. This, in itself, seems ironic. I don't like being home. I haven't since about 11th grade. However, given as I can't be @ WPI all summer, it's the most home-y place available to me. I just need to get back to doing something useful, something to occupy my mind, again.