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Tomorrow is the final Harry Potter book. I never thought I'd feel so ambivalent about getting something I've wanted for years. I said the same when Goblet of Fire was released. Nine years. Five release-date parties. Tomorrow's the last one.
Luke moves in with Guy, Andrew Neal, and their friend Harper in sixteen days. 5 August 2007. He got his letter from the university this afternoon: "On behalf of the University," etc. I sighed a sigh I'd been holding for five months, since he first decided to come here. He's really pumped. Bouncing. He has all sorts of plans for bookshelves and coverings for the nine windows surrounding his bedroom. It was once the sun-room, and thus sticks awkwardly off from the rest of the house like a mole, or a hair out of a mole.
I met another new Fouster today.
I can't wait to go back to Greensboro. The dust mites are breeding and I've had a sore throat and a post-nasal drip and the sneezes and the coughs for days.
Monday is Bishop Allen at the Local 506, and Amanda, Tyler, myself, and possibly Erin are attending. After, there will be beer and Bacchanalian revelry.
There was beer and Bacchanalian revelry last Friday, too, when I went to a party in Chapel Hill. I hadn't been to one before. The attendees were polo-clad, but not nearly as standoffish as I'd assumed they'd be. I was there for a friend and ended out having a stupendously good time.
I've rested. I am ready to be with people again.
Luke moves in with Guy, Andrew Neal, and their friend Harper in sixteen days. 5 August 2007. He got his letter from the university this afternoon: "On behalf of the University," etc. I sighed a sigh I'd been holding for five months, since he first decided to come here. He's really pumped. Bouncing. He has all sorts of plans for bookshelves and coverings for the nine windows surrounding his bedroom. It was once the sun-room, and thus sticks awkwardly off from the rest of the house like a mole, or a hair out of a mole.
I met another new Fouster today.
I can't wait to go back to Greensboro. The dust mites are breeding and I've had a sore throat and a post-nasal drip and the sneezes and the coughs for days.
Monday is Bishop Allen at the Local 506, and Amanda, Tyler, myself, and possibly Erin are attending. After, there will be beer and Bacchanalian revelry.
There was beer and Bacchanalian revelry last Friday, too, when I went to a party in Chapel Hill. I hadn't been to one before. The attendees were polo-clad, but not nearly as standoffish as I'd assumed they'd be. I was there for a friend and ended out having a stupendously good time.
I've rested. I am ready to be with people again.