Long Night Ahead

My final exam is over. That was the worst headspace I've had for any exam ever, and I think I did well. My right wrist is tense and fucked from writing so much so quickly, but that will pass.

I feel a cold coming on.

I can see tonight filled with lots of OJ, shitty food and smoke.

Driving home is out of the question. Given 2 hours of silent driving time, I'd probably drive the car into a tree, or drive it straight down to DC.

Maybe I'll try calling some people. Maybe it's better if I'm on my own tonight.

Haunted by dark eyes that are absent. Too many to count.

I expect I'll be writing more later, but now it's time to trade in one Mary Jane for another. I have a feeling this one will be a longer relationship.