|I’m here, studying with Bex. This is new and different. Not the studying, per se, because I do that all the time, but the being here, with Bex. Everybody went somewhere for the weekend: Jill to her dad’s, the Tinsley’s to their home (“Lucky!”) and everyone else . . . I don’t know where everyone else is, but they’re not here. So Bex and I are studying.
We’re listening to Sweet Home Alabama, followed by Grits. Weird.
I’m supposed to be thrilled, I’m moving home after graduation . . . but mostly I just feel tired. I want to go home now. I’m tired of here, where-ever that is.