Wiped out.

All I want to do is stay in bed (although my room feels like a furnace), eat a cookie, drink some tea, and pass out. Oh, also, I’m going to need my room to clean itself.

There are probably about 5000 random things in this room right now - an orange Care Bear from Stop and Shop, a dream catcher from Greenhills, a “scented” candle from Target, a half-consumed bottle of Snapple from Weshop, about 100 or so articles of clothing, 40 pairs of shoes, and me sitting in the middle of it all, trying to figure out where these last four years have gone.

And I’m torn between wanting to get out of here fast and hoping for the best-est semester ever.

And all I can think of saying to myself is - good luck. I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I guess I’ll figure it out.

So maybe it’s time to watch another episode of Cashmere Mafia and let the rain put me to sleep.

Good night.