Early Morning Yale
I look out my window and see the usual bustle on Broadway. The smoke coming from the power plant, the gym under construction. The same scene, I likely would have seen had I ever bothered to open the curtain on my window at 7am in the morning.
I'll miss this place. I'm doing laundry because my clothes from the lake are disgusting and tying up many loose e-mails. And despite reservations to the contrary, I am only sending them through the washing machine once. For one, I only have $0.20 left on my laundry card; for two, I would rather not waste any time doing things that are less than necessary. I do very much need to pack, though.
First, though... let's get some oatmeal.