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Longest 24 hours. This time last night I was (rather foolishly) drinking a mocha latte at Professor Java's. Many loves-of-my-life were there, and even a certain other cosmically connected Professor... I must admit, seeing them all there in one room made me sad to be leaving again. Andrew's (er, Nodal Nim's) performance was great. To say the least, he is very well appreciated by friends and aquaintances. He has a cult-like following made up of highschool boys with long hair. I thought it was all just as sweet as pie.

I didn't sleep much at all last night. Coffee past my bedtime leaves me hyper and jittery. I packed, I cleaned, the clock struck one and, before I knew it, two. I dozed off for a bit, and then was up and at 'em by 5:30. Traveling back and forth to school is such a complicated procedure, and it seems to go on forever....

I'm exhausted like no other. There was a puddle in my refrigerator, and my cactus is on the verge of death. My cupboards are bare. There is dust and disorder. People are yelling down the hall, "I have mint condoms!" I like it here very much.