August 13, 2002 | 9:22 AM

I have been sitting here thinking about what to write. I seldom find myself in that state. I can always think of something to talk (bitch) about.

Right now though, I am just happy.

Super content.

I walked home from my second job yesterday night and when I got home I cooked a burger and watched �Dead Poet�s Society� and then I listened to Liz Phair and read 1984 for the unmpteenth time (I re-read that book every two years or so.)

And then I wrote a little in my paper diary.

Then I took a bath and I went to sleep.

Boring, right?

But it�s wonderfully delightfully boring. No drama. No bad feelings. No sadness. Just a nice quiet evening spent doing things I like to do.

I�m getting so used to this. I feel like I�m on vacation and I hope it lasts.