Bloody hell, it's late.

Mar 02, 2005 01:38

Today's God-knows-what-day and I think I may be getting the hang of this avoiding everyone thing. I don't know if putting in a transfer is necessary any more-- I guess I could just live here, where I've been for however long it's been since I decided it was better to be here than there. Sure, the floor is a pain in the ass, but at least it's probably safer. Most of the bleeding's stopped; think I might have lost a molar. Ah well. Thanks, Lavender, for everything.

Passed out in some class, nearly got a detention for that. Can't fully recall which one, but it must have been pretty crappy anyways since I can't think of a word of it of the top of my head. I looked around for my bookbag this afternoon, but I couldn't find that either. I'd thought I'd had one. I can't really remember where most of my things are at, for that matter. Susan? Ernie? Are my things still up there? I want to get a few, but I don't know when.

My head's still swimming, pretty much. I think I might be dying.
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