I'm on my way

It was a long month, and now it's over. I am leaving tomorrow morning to go back to the University.

I am sad.

I will have to go back to my cold, dark dorm room and do pages upon pages of problems and research. I will eat cafeteria food and talk to Ernest the Ravenous Nymphomaniac Betta Fish. I will put up with loud death metal 'music' from my roommate and her frequent visitors.

I am happy.

I will regain my independence and work my way to a fascinating new set of classes and inquiries. I will eat meals with friends and acquaintances and probably found a new set of philosophical principles based on the fish/human relationship, with elaborate bubble nests and bloodworm food-frenzy rituals. And, hey, I do miss my roommate a bit...

It's probably high time I went back anyway, as things started getting a little jumpy at home the past few days...

So, it's 23:00, I am leaving in just twelve hours, and I've yet to start packing. (I didn't unpack much either, so I guess it's not that bad...)

Off I go...