goodbye school. next semester i'll be mature enough to handle you properly. i will. i realize tonight how every night i spend alert and talking is not a night i agonize, falling prey to sleep and struggling to learn things i can never believe (in) or really intuit. is that okay? i don't think, or everyone tells me, that it doesn't matter whether it's okay or not. true, it shouldn't be okay. but i shouldn't be failing either. my arm hurts from squeezing d's during fellowship (of the ring) and strange invisible splinter in left index finger. mouth sour stripped, lips chapped, heart/brain at the beginning of a two-week amortization :^P tomorrow i will say goodbye school. but not for long...