So, remember earlier this week when I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed for school? That happened again today, except this time the thing I couldn't convince myself to get out of bed for was Greta Christina's talk at Harvard.
It's weird, and depressing, and a little bit scary, to wake up and lay in bed, feeling paralyzed by the thought of getting out and knowing what you're missing if you don't, when what you're missing is something as big as one of your heroes giving a speech, thirty miles away.
I don't know what more I can say about this. It makes me sad to think about, and to write about.
Talk to you tomorrow.