Jun 06, 2006 17:32
I have all four of my books, finally
However, no sign of clothing, go figure.
My head feels like it's going to explode, Advil really doesn't work nearly as fast as it should.
Colleen wants me to call her back, and, despite the occasion, I really don't feel like talking.
I want to finish my book, then call her.
It's not like neither of us will run out of time. We have till 9:30.
I started thinking again about how much I dislike "you."
And about how inevitable and yet stupid it is for me to.
But I really do, and I really don't want to, and I really don't want you to do what I think you're going to do, in the end.