Know the feeling. The weekend is my only safe retreat, and even that's going to be perverted next week, when I can't stay over Saturday night cuz of all the work I have to do. Tuesday: anthro quiz. Thursday: human nature essay. Monday: religion essay. Tuesday: anthro project. Thursday: Lit essay. Tuesday: Lit exam. Wednesday: semiotics paper; exam? Not sure. Bogged down, but at least I have books to work with. The next 3 weeks are going to be full of not-being-with-him, not-talking-with-him; how horrible- even Michelle and Scott, who live like an hour apart, see each other on average 3x a week. Granted, we technically live an hour apart too, by bus, anyway, but he works just down the road and there should be no excuse and i HATE sunday nights!!!! HATE THEM! this time next week I'll be crying cuz I have so much work to do and I'm panicking cuz I don't know how I'm going to manage. And by that point, I'll have been away from him for more than 24 hours and I'll feel like SHIT. It's all very well to say "Oh tough it up it's just a day" but it's not just a day, it's 18 waking hours I'm missing him for, while trying to concentrate on writing bullshit essays.
Just think of the lonely dove...
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love...
Readin'
Listenin' to
Thinkin' about
Most recently I was 
