I'm not dead...
Really, I'm not. I just haven't felt like writing in a while. It used to be an obsession, now it seems more like a chore. So I haven't done it in a while. And I'm not really going to write much now, either, because I'm only on this computer for a few minutes before I have to run. So anyway. Stuff is good, with the occasional worry here and there. Wait! I do have something on my mind:
Probably the biggest worry I have right now is what the hell I'm going to do about my living situation next year, since apparently we're all splitting up: Jeremy and Karl with their PR friends, Chris with his TV station friends, Julie and Emily on their own, and the rest of us left to fend for ourselves. I don't know what I'm gonna do. And I have to do it NOW, because apartment deals are being made within the next 2 weeks or so. Ugh. This is too soon.
Ok. Time to leave.
Probably the biggest worry I have right now is what the hell I'm going to do about my living situation next year, since apparently we're all splitting up: Jeremy and Karl with their PR friends, Chris with his TV station friends, Julie and Emily on their own, and the rest of us left to fend for ourselves. I don't know what I'm gonna do. And I have to do it NOW, because apartment deals are being made within the next 2 weeks or so. Ugh. This is too soon.
Ok. Time to leave.