About to get ready and head up to Montreal. Test tomorrow morning and another Tuesday night. I'm not looking forward to the drive. I'm not sure what I'll do (other than study) while there. I don't know who I'll call and who I want to see. This time away is changing things. I can't say if it is for the better, but it seems to be necessary. I guess we'll just have to see if I change too. Or even if things will continue this way once I'm back in the city for good.

Today is going to be a bad day. The drive ahead of me is going to be horrible all because of seeing one combination of names as the first thing I woke up too.

Fuck it. I don't want to be writing this. I don't want to be writing here. I'm done. I'm out.