done with papers, done with exams, ergo done with third year since something like Tuesday.
leaving for the beach tomorrow. forecast--scattered thunderstorms, but warm after Monday. the dryer is humming through my last load of clothing, there is a stack of things to go in the car by the door. my running shoes are not among them. bringing them feels pointless.
I turn 21 in 18 days,
I leave for Rome in 28.
leaving for the beach tomorrow. forecast--scattered thunderstorms, but warm after Monday. the dryer is humming through my last load of clothing, there is a stack of things to go in the car by the door. my running shoes are not among them. bringing them feels pointless.
I turn 21 in 18 days,
I leave for Rome in 28.
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