friday night. in the library. something about this kind of regularity is comforting. i know just what i have to do. and besides, when i'm here i don't have to see my housemates. the more recent interaction was yael letting me know i was crazy. and that she had spent her evening discussing it. i don't suppose i need to comment on this.

i'm leaving soon. to a bar. up the hill to a bar. how often do i do this? ah, i'll worry about the addictions i'm developing this semester later.