Only one place left I want to go.
Home! Home-home, actually, not Boulder-home. I'm being taken back in the morning pre-class, and the idea of having to get up in order to do that does not thrill me, but my family totally refused to drive me back up tonight.
Oh well. I also have a copy of The Lovely Bones, bought at the airport, which I read until I wiped out on the plane, and I think I am going to retreat with that until I am too tired to function. (Logically I should be asleep by now, due to when I have to be up, but...the getting off the plane and getting home was just enough to get me nice and awake. Fuck.)
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Oh well. I also have a copy of The Lovely Bones, bought at the airport, which I read until I wiped out on the plane, and I think I am going to retreat with that until I am too tired to function. (Logically I should be asleep by now, due to when I have to be up, but...the getting off the plane and getting home was just enough to get me nice and awake. Fuck.)
♥