8.25.05

i go back to school the day after tomorrow. i have no interest in being there. i'm done with the place. one more year; i'll reacclimate after a week or so. i don't like that. it will be fine, though, because it is now magically finite.

jon was here. it was complicated and wonderful. it was, mostly, the way things should be. especially portland in the sun. and smiling. everything else is mine.