Monday, September 7, 2009

exuberated

Flirting with the cashier when buying textbooks. Said cashier saying the price wrong. Said flirter having more money left than she anticipated.

There is this need for solitude, but it should be spent sleeping. Or eating. Why has eating become so difficult again?

It's back to three majors in eight semesters. With all of the requirements fulfilled. But only if I can afford to go abroad to Bath this summer.

Please please please, let the planets align . . . I need to stay busy, to stay occupied. I don't need more clothing, or even a rug. Just let me travel and come out of here with three degrees. S.v.p.