It's 11pm on Wednesday night, and I'm sitting here, wide awake in a sea of boxes, worrying my fool head off. I'm tired but wound tight, and I can't sleep. I have an exam in nine hours.
I am packing my life into a bunch of boxes and putting it into storage until August.
I don't like it.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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