Zuckerfrei

I was going to take a shower but there's a spider on the wall. I hope it goes away by the time I finish this entry.

Is there a light somewhere that switches on every time I update?

I'm afraid.

Twice a year we see the worst of us.

We always count. Three more semesters. Two more. Then instead of ending, it starts. What will we do then? Deal with them (and each other) like we do now? Say things we don't mean? Reject each other's calls? Cry? How will we avoid each other if we share the same home? I hope sleeping on the couch won't be necessary, unless it's together.

If we can function only be separating and waiting for problems to resolve themselves, how many days of our lives will we spend waiting?

I wish we knew how to deal.