I am drinking a delicious milkshake and watching through the network cameras as Will serves overpriced dairy treats to Marylanders. Life is good, I think, in the sense that I disappear from campus for days and days and take vacations in Olney, or Baltimore, or Rockville. In the sense that I am so absent from the day-to-day of college life that my roommate was actually inspired to call and see if I was still alive (after we had not spoken for days, even while I was on campus). In the sense that, although all Quaker women seem to dislike me in the end, I have a smile on my face. In the sense that I am about to go enjoy a delicious cigarette outside the employee door. In the sense that love is an integral part of my everyday world, no matter what part of the state I find myself. In the sense that the sun on North Charles Street streamed into the windows where we lay, you and I, William and breathed in synch in the quiet of bliss And, yes! I know this is useless, and student, and tasteless (insults I will never forget) but I felt the need to let it out. The sun is peeking outside today. The air is warm. Catharsis.