Feeling like a sliver. A jaggedy bout of wood that knows it was formed wrong and is powerless to reshape. Sit on the pile till chipper time, or however else they dispose of the ill-wrought.
Don't want to be at work, want to be home, alone. Can't wait to be alone again. Quiet.
Thoughts are going to be scattershot today, so be careful.
Last night driving home I considered an idea: trial run of living together? Like, a month? He could stay with me while he looks? We could feel it out? Hmm.
(Found out he googled the distance between BG & Milwaukee...)
I need to see what kind of assistance I'll be getting before I decide on a place/budget. If I'm out there by early July, I can work a couple months and save save save.
Anyway--I'm irritable. People are loud and ignorant. People don't stop talking. I do not want to deal with pep. I want silence. As if all the volume of humanity was turned down. Of course, I have to qualify that to recorded sound. That's fine to make noise. But person-to-person, real live voices? No thanks, not today. That would be a good story.
Confused about classes I can take. I have to pick about four. Are the list of 5ish the only ones offered? I would like to take that Modern American Lit course but it's a high 700. Kinda want to feel out the lower courses first to see how deep the water runs.
I truly appreciate MR and her effort to engage with me. So sweet. Happy Birthday, Magical Lady.
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