Two years living alone is apparently too long.

This is why I could never join a monastery, even though Joe and Julie both went to great lengths to try to convince me of their merits (now that I think about it, Joe was married at the time, and Julie is married now.  Maybe not the best monastery concept salespeople.).  I’m closing in on the last month of living by myself, and I’m starting to lose my mind.  It’s only a matter of time until I start talking to appliances.  Chances are, this will only get worse as finals loom.  Maybe not.  I’ll probably be spending more time in the library trying desperately to prepare myself.

Point is, I’m looking forward to next year, when I’ll have a roommate again and can get a dog.  And to this summer, when I won’t be taking law classes.

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