Feb 07, 2007 14:19
I am attempting to prepare. I've thought about making notes, taking them in with me because i am so eloquent with my inner dialog but can never remember what to say when I am actually asked the questions. The truth is that there are many answers to each question and I am not totally sure what is the best one.
I went back and read our archived emails. Before we moved to Portland I would write her often and with detail. She became my diary. Our conversations were funny and bright, even when depressed. This reminded me how good it felt to write often, to have someone read it.
Gradually, I do feel the spell of this particular blue phase slip away and through the clearing a little sun starts to poke through and warm again. Good. It was aging me.
I must get out of the apartment. Besides the dinner at Chris's parent's on Saturday, I havent stepped out of here in a week and a half. I dont care that my eye isnt better, I am restless. I do not want to work on my contract. I want to move the fuck on already. I made a mistake, Its too bad that i cant take it back half way through the quarter.
No matter what happens, i have to get enough credits so that i can still graduate this summer. I am 37 credits away. Gasp.