Wednesday night and one more death notice in my inbox. My former professor. One more shock. One more night of S being drunk. One more shock. One more night of S admonishing me for caring. One more shock. One more night of her debate to do Ritalin. One more offer. I am tired of being shocked to the point where I am just not, anymore. Tomorrow I am escaping to Olney, for some (goodoldfashioned) love. For a relationship where I can be honest. For a person around whom I do not have to tiptoe. For a bed and two arms, and a mouth that smiles, and eyes that tell me they love me. For Will, and for my own sanity. To fall asleep and to wake up, and to fall asleep again. Again, and again, and again. Six more weeks, and then I will be gone from Maryland, until I have shaken it off and am begging to come back.