Three more days, two more lonely loftbed nights, two exams, two rooms to empty, one car to fill, one car ride. Jersey. Will. Summer. I am doing this mostly for my own benefit. My own sanity, my own distraction, my own record. I would like nothing more than to be in Baltimore tonight, like Will (that lucky bastard), drinking and fucking around and just NOT CARING. Unfortunately, I must care (or so I tell myself). I have not seen my roommate in two days. Normally, this would be a beautiful gift, but she was supposed to move out today. You cunt. I want your space to put my half-packed suitcases and for your aura to dissipate and let the air clear in this tiny cinderblock hell. ----- 20 May, 2008 She is gone! and I was right. The air smells crisp and clean and new. And, OH MY GOD; she left Girl Scout Cookies. I am going to eat them all. One more night.