Patiently Waiting
So it's been well over a month since I stepped onto the always wet ground of Oxford, and I've realized that I've kinda gotten over being in a different country, and that the next two weeks are just going to be me getting high/drunk/whatever every day anxiously awaiting April 11 when I get to see my dog and whatever is left of my life again. not that I don't love it here. but it's just that i've seen everything there is to see and now i'm just living here, and it's like iowa city but british and old. except everybody here doesn't know me at all. and nobody can get my name right. ever.