This has become a sort of after the shower ritual. I sit on the edge of my bed in my robe, and stare at the wall. Usually, I'll get dressed and think of something to do.
Yesterday I sat out by the lake and tried to read, but I just could not concentrate. Thoughts have been running through my head at the speed of light, and I just do not have the brain power to sort through them all logically.
I have been giving thought to university. Should I go? Money does not constitute knowledge, and I would hate to be the uneducated heiress.
I think I will go to Paris or Rome and sort things out.