I'd make a metaphor for packing, but I'm too drained

[insixeighttime]

So last night included fun, Firefly, and poor life choices. I think I'm at least glad that it's the end of the semester so that there are no immediate repercussions? I think? Perhaps it will fade into mellow by the return in the fall.

I am finishing up packing my dorm and for the first time in a while I have a bed! As opposed to something that is a waystation for items that were then packed. So I am lying in bed. Alone. My comfy bed. It is lovely.

Good night.