The Spot

Wake up kids: we've got the dreamer's disease!
These days are strange and wonderous days: I have no time, and I'm loving it. I just feel so... alive. We've been spending a lot of time outdoors or in cafes. Even studying feels like fun.
I am almost never in the apartment. Get-togethers just blends together, so I don't have time to duck in. So I'm taking this afternoon to really pack up all my stuff before Friday comes. Speaking of which, once that day arrives I won't be at my present number anymore. I'll be staying with my grandmother and friends until my interview for the forces, after which I'll be home for a brief vacation, if I have time before work starts. It feels weird to be giving up my address: what if someone gets in touch with me? Oh well, at least e-mail's portable.
No one wants my old movies! Oh well, I guess Mission:Impossible's coming with me to law school. Mmm...Tom Cruise.
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