I am still in school. So that's something.
I haven't gotten any official grades yet, but I'm pretty sure I'm getting A's in my first two classes.
I started my third class on Monday. And I'm writing this from there, because damn. I cannot focus in this class. But it's also open book.
Gabriel's still at his dad's, still miss him.
I get him back Wednesday night.
My brother Duncan is getting married on Saturday.
I'm moving! Again! At some....point.....yeah.
Because I hate myself, apparently.
I started packing last night.
And Goodwilling.
This, apparently, is the move when I am finally so fed up with my possessions that I start divesting myself of some of my precious, precious books.
The year you finally get rid of your dictionary of phrasal verbs (The Most Practical Reference for Verbal Collocations!) is a sad year indeed.
I fell down the parking garage stairs this morning. I have a bloody knee, but I did not spill my coffee.
That's.....pretty much it, I guess.
Bloody and moving.




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